"Dude, just open it. Fuck's sake," she muttered, though she had a crooked smile and bashful expression.

Inside the bag was a new coat. It wasn't precisely the same as his older one - a bit more fashion friendly and easily accessorized with outfits that weren't just black leather. It was surprisingly form-fitting and well-sized for him, but then Roze had a good eye for those things.
The fur collar was particularly soft and not so large that it swallowed Squall's face, given any odd angle. The leather was buttery soft and had comfortable give while still being thick and resilient, and the zipper was heavy-duty, unlikely to tear under pressure.

Over all the jacket was as nice and close as they could get, under the circumstances.

For her part, Roze just looked away, finding a spot on the wall behind the couch of great interest. Regardless of the part she played, she let Neku have all the credit.