[Unmentioned, settled, embedded as truth. Choosing not to contest the notion of friends, perhaps it’s official, one way or another. Rarely does he pick them up, but it seems like one has fallen into his lap in this world — or vice versa.
(It's nice, he thinks. For however long it might last, until Gaia is within reach again.)
Sephiroth’s tone, ever cool and professional, does lose a small part of its rigid edge. The gentle tugging at his hair, tamed into a braid as Luka continues his work, is oddly meditative.]
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(It's nice, he thinks. For however long it might last, until Gaia is within reach again.)
Sephiroth’s tone, ever cool and professional, does lose a small part of its rigid edge. The gentle tugging at his hair, tamed into a braid as Luka continues his work, is oddly meditative.]
…Yes. But you might laugh at it.