The young man with the silver hair had large pockets. Truly huge
– eyeing them, Rikku was fairly certain she could easily fit
inside and get lost. They also jingled when he moved, which was
what had drawn the Gullwings' attention in the first place. Even
after he'd made purchases at several of the shops in town, the
clink of something was audible as he slouched down the street.
When he stopped to purchase some sea-salt ice-cream, she and
Yuna exchanged glances: now was their chance.  Riku was raising
his newly acquired treat to his lips, when a sharp pull on the
end caused the cold confection to brush his nose and miss his
mouth. Tilting his head sideways, he found a tiny person
clinging on to the very tip of the wooden stick. She smiled
brilliantly as he blinked at her in surprise, and then gave
another tug. As he hadn't otherwise moved, this time his hand
jerked and he bumped himself in the chin. Holding the ice-cream
at arm's length, he glared at the pixie as he fumbled for a
napkin to wipe his face.  "Ca