The other slate would be pretty easy to tell the owner of--it's a bad photograph of Klonoa and a green-pommed moogle, overexposed with poor framing, but you only really need half his face to know who it belongs to.

"Oh, I think that's mine!" He says, taking the other slate as he--

uh

Klonoa glances side to side, trying to figure out who they're pursuing, but once Kanji starts barreling down towards the ranger he... winces. Ohhh, this looks like it's gonna hurt...