[He isn't one for buying birthday gifts. He cannot say, if he were to be honest, that this is at all the reason why he's crossing through this particular square, lined with stores and smaller shops that would call themselves boutiques — a man with his military mien, dressed only starkly black colors, stands out even amongst those with stranger features than his own. Instead, he seeks only the most efficient path from point A to point B, and this route happens to be the quickest.
But in the end, the notion of birthdays (and the gifts paired with them) will be an inescapable subject today. Because Sephiroth, keen observer that he always is, spots a familiar frame along the path he's mapped for himself. Notes the line of a profile, gone slightly marred with contemplation, standing there before a storefront.
He's rarely the sort to amicably start jovial conversation — nor does he this time, either. But Sephiroth does approach, skewing his path just enough to fall into earshot, and speaks in his plain, undemanding way that demands attention all the same.]
You look lost.
[The lost look of a window shopper, or something close to it, though Sephiroth can only guess at his reasoning.
Glance his way, and Urianger will see him standing with a cool, assessing gaze. The same stoicism as always, but now with a few subtle changes across his person — mostly the intermingling of dark feathers in his hair, no longer hidden, and the visible protrusion of pointed ears. The slow but assured changes of a monster, invading his typical physique. Surely it isn't that much of a surprise, given its inevitability.]
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But in the end, the notion of birthdays (and the gifts paired with them) will be an inescapable subject today. Because Sephiroth, keen observer that he always is, spots a familiar frame along the path he's mapped for himself. Notes the line of a profile, gone slightly marred with contemplation, standing there before a storefront.
He's rarely the sort to amicably start jovial conversation — nor does he this time, either. But Sephiroth does approach, skewing his path just enough to fall into earshot, and speaks in his plain, undemanding way that demands attention all the same.]
You look lost.
[The lost look of a window shopper, or something close to it, though Sephiroth can only guess at his reasoning.
Glance his way, and Urianger will see him standing with a cool, assessing gaze. The same stoicism as always, but now with a few subtle changes across his person — mostly the intermingling of dark feathers in his hair, no longer hidden, and the visible protrusion of pointed ears. The slow but assured changes of a monster, invading his typical physique. Surely it isn't that much of a surprise, given its inevitability.]