And the 'foreman' of the project certainly wouldn't be spared their wrath... The sound of a loud squawk and a fling of a snowball his way had his eye twitch, his adrenaline surge, and his body swerve around to desperately shield himself from the strike with his clipboard.

...By the time it exploded into powder against his 'shield', his instincts had passed, and he felt more than a little bit silly for his dramatic response. But let's see you not react the same when you're used to red Chocobos throwing fireballs!

"By the Gods, Gold, you'd--"

Of course, in stopping to chat, he took the other airborne snowball on the cheek.

"...startled me."