Nyx sucks in a sharp breath, eyes widening briefly as Squall withdraws his kukris. He reaches for them with a sort of reverence that might be surprising but Squall has seen the charms and beads dangling from the hilts, knows that the similar ones in Nyx's hair are very important even if he doesn't know why yet. The first one he takes and drops to one knee so he can strap it around his thigh, a comfortable familiar weight. The other he turns in his hands and shrugs helplessly at Squall.

"This is what I get for wearing sweatpants." He chuckles a little, clipping it onto the back of his pants in lieu of a belt but quickly has to retie them so the extra weight doesn't pull them down entirely. Even then it makes them dip dangerously low in the back. Nyx laughs again, stepping in close so he can kiss Squall.

"Thank you." Soft and warm and heartfelt. Clever hands settle at his hips, holding onto him lightly. Or- wait....

And then Nyx is flicking the buckle of one of Squall's multitude of belts open so he can slide it free and loop it around his own waist. "You can have it back when we get home, geddah~" He flashes Squall a mischievous grin, settles his other kukri onto the belt and then vanishes in a flash of light and crackling power, abruptly reappearing on the far side of the room, crouched against the wall, hanging from the blade now embedded a good 10 feet up the wall. "Oh that feels so much better."