[He appears to be unaffected by the group dancing around him in protest, offering them little more than a mild glance downwards where they titter around his feet in a series of harried kupos. Himeka’s approach earns only a similar consideration, quiet as his brows pinch enough to cast a shade across pale features. Sephiroth himself is dressed in clothing with the sign of the Tower embroidered over the heart; tailored in black, the regimented lines of his garb suggest that of a military uniform, though plain and otherwise unmarked.
A beat of silence. Then, in a similar way one might show off a document, or the part of a machine, he holds the little Moogle out, flipping it around a second time to face her for inspection.]
I recognize this. It’s a Moogle.
[Stated plainly, immune to the little creature’s wiggling. The Moogle may as well be trying to slip away from a steel vice, even if his grip lacks real force.]
no subject
A beat of silence. Then, in a similar way one might show off a document, or the part of a machine, he holds the little Moogle out, flipping it around a second time to face her for inspection.]
I recognize this. It’s a Moogle.
[Stated plainly, immune to the little creature’s wiggling. The Moogle may as well be trying to slip away from a steel vice, even if his grip lacks real force.]
Why is it here?