[Leather is fine, but the sea-soaked part? Not nearly as much, even (or perhaps especially) for a man like Sephiroth. No longer drenched, the moisture has now dissipated just enough to make himself feel soggy, and while there is much he can bear when necessity calls for it, he won’t turn away the opportunity to dress in something dry.
And so, wordlessly, they make their way over to a merchant who has set up shop with their wares visible from afar. It is… all very unlike what a SOLDIER would wear. What anyone one Gaia might wear, for that instance, though perhaps in Wutai seeing such manner of dress wouldn’t be so strange.
Even so, where to start? Once they’re closer and greeted by the merchant, Sephiroth’s eyes rove over the visible selection. A beat or two of silence, and then—]
no subject
And so, wordlessly, they make their way over to a merchant who has set up shop with their wares visible from afar. It is… all very unlike what a SOLDIER would wear. What anyone one Gaia might wear, for that instance, though perhaps in Wutai seeing such manner of dress wouldn’t be so strange.
Even so, where to start? Once they’re closer and greeted by the merchant, Sephiroth’s eyes rove over the visible selection. A beat or two of silence, and then—]
I prefer something in black.
[Of course he does.]