intro ; no event ; no aphro.

[steelblackwing]

There were many ways to wake up and Sephiroth had experienced most of them; passing out on his desk after a long night of paperwork and finding a blanket over his shoulders after being laid on the couch by Angeal and Genesis; jolting upwards after a nightmare had taken hold of those scant few hours of sleep; even a hangover induced desire to burn

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[steelblackwing]

CR is just fine. xD I have yet to talk Sephiroth into remaining calm enough to let people close. At least he isn't threatening them with fire. ]

The indignation of the words merely earned a shifting eyebrow to rise upwards at the tone of voice, the madman's eyes focusing upon that first before actually taking in the attire of the man. It was a stark contrast to the tall silvernette's leathers, and the fact that there was a wardrobe there when he had not seen one before made his head tip slightly. How fascinatingly disturbing. The man was ignored for a second or two in lieu of Sephiroth permitting his brain to process the change within the room's settings. It was almost like this place had been aware of what this stranger needed. And still disregarding the words, the answer came at last in a rumble past slightly parted lips while he spoke.

"I am known as Sephiroth. And you are?"

Yes, he was paying no heed to the fact that there was a man dressed up the way the other was in front of him. Sephiroth had seen stranger sights in his lifetime and didn't even seem to pay any mind to the fact that others would perhaps have had trouble determining the newcomer's gender. It was obvious to the madman whom knew what to look for; the breadth of shoulders, the difference in the center of gravity, even the way that one held themselves. All of it was processed and analyzed within mere flashes of observation, input through that sharp mind. But then again, this seraphic male was trained to see things that others didn't and how to process them in a heartbeat.