[Even Sephiroth can’t stop a deepening frown shading his expression at the nickname… Sephi.]
No, I’m not. No one calls me by any sort of nickname. If you can manage two syllables, don’t pretend that it’s too much of an effort to speak three.
[Sephiroth. Not Sephi, or Sephy, or Boyo, or anything else that settles strangely in his ears. He’s fairly certain he doesn’t like it, nor the awkward friendliness it implies, even if it’s teasing.
He leaves it at that when Luka wanders off to fetch the supplies. When the other has returned, Sephiroth’s bent down in the sand, having turned over their quarry belly-up, assuming it’ll be easier to carve out their hearts this way.
He turns his head and looks up at Luka with a raising brow.]
I don’t have any experience with this. [He kills things. He doesn’t hunt them. Caring for their corpses, or carving them up, is beyond his expertise.] It’d make sense for you to go first and I follow suit.
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No, I’m not. No one calls me by any sort of nickname. If you can manage two syllables, don’t pretend that it’s too much of an effort to speak three.
[Sephiroth. Not Sephi, or Sephy, or Boyo, or anything else that settles strangely in his ears. He’s fairly certain he doesn’t like it, nor the awkward friendliness it implies, even if it’s teasing.
He leaves it at that when Luka wanders off to fetch the supplies. When the other has returned, Sephiroth’s bent down in the sand, having turned over their quarry belly-up, assuming it’ll be easier to carve out their hearts this way.
He turns his head and looks up at Luka with a raising brow.]
I don’t have any experience with this. [He kills things. He doesn’t hunt them. Caring for their corpses, or carving them up, is beyond his expertise.] It’d make sense for you to go first and I follow suit.