[Sephiroth watches the cometflies drift away with all the languor of an unconcerned cat. As long as they do not near him (knowing by now that they might not be all innocence; their colors appear to imprint strange influences on the Mirrorbound), he will leave them be. That only leaves him to wonder if this young man — eager to share an introduction between them — has been affected similarly, or if he’s always overly friendly.
Then again, it does not take much to register as “overly friendly” in Sephiroth’s eyes. On a sliding scale of extroverted to Talk To Me And I Might Stab You, he certainly skews more towards the latter than the former.
Still, there is nothing terribly offended in his reply, even if it lacks warmth.]
Sephiroth.
[No surname to give. He pauses, as if to leave space for the other to return his own name, but then seems to think better of it.]
Others have left less favorable impressions than you. Don’t worry. [Comforting(?)] There’s no harm in watching the meteor shower, but I’ve had my fill.
returns with a crusty tag just for YOU
Then again, it does not take much to register as “overly friendly” in Sephiroth’s eyes. On a sliding scale of extroverted to Talk To Me And I Might Stab You, he certainly skews more towards the latter than the former.
Still, there is nothing terribly offended in his reply, even if it lacks warmth.]
Sephiroth.
[No surname to give. He pauses, as if to leave space for the other to return his own name, but then seems to think better of it.]
Others have left less favorable impressions than you. Don’t worry. [Comforting(?)] There’s no harm in watching the meteor shower, but I’ve had my fill.