Were you? [The subtle lilt of Sephiroth's voice says he's not buying it. Tseng has already established that he's not the sort to inconvenience others for his own sake. He's used to getting by on less; he hasn't even moved out of this pitiful apartment when a Turk can more than afford it. Sephiroth may not be the most socially proficient person, but he suspects he won't feel good about leaving Tseng to his own devices.]
...I will handle it. [At least then he'll know it's been taken care of.]
First aid? [If Tseng gets banged up as much he says, he must have a kit somewhere.]
[ It isn't so bad here. The state of the building ensures that none of his neighbors are co-workers, which affords him so much more privacy than those chic industrial-style flats that are all the rage now. The last thing he needs is for an associate to barge in for a house visit when he's, let's say, suffering a mild concussion and hungover all to hell.
Oh wait.
But this isn't so bad. He'll just say— ]
In the bathroom. I'll g—
[ —and catch Sephiroth's too-vivid feline gaze the second his muscles twitch to move. Something tells him that's just not in the cards. That part of him that stings whenever a polite overture is missed is screaming now. Imagine, letting a guest retrieve something for you in your own home. He does what he can and bows his head. ]
[Look, maybe if you didn't keep trying to put your well-being on the backburner, said associate wouldn't have felt the need to barge in. --Tseng is quick learner, at least. Sephiroth will grant him that, and if he smirks at all, it's immediately obscured by a veil of silver hair as he turns.
Sephiroth makes a point not to linger anywhere. He has no inclination to be nosy, especially when Tseng is already practically squirming from how uncomfortable he is with the state of things. It's a quick in and out of the bathroom, first aid in tow.
He perches himself on the edge of the couch, adjacent to Tseng, and sets about stacking the necessary supplies next to them.
Alcohol swabs first.] May I? [A formality more than anything. Sephiroth isn't going to touch Tseng without his permission. If he has any sincere protests, speak now.]
[ Sephiroth's discretion is appreciated. Tseng is, of course, a Turk, so he does end up leaning over the couch to steal a glance or two at the legendary SOLDIER of world renown who is currently occupying his cramped closet of a bathroom. Is he the type to go through medicine cabinets, Tseng wonders. Because Tseng sure as hell is.
By the time Sephiroth leaves the room, Tseng has reaffected his 'casual' pose. Which is not very casual if you were to judge it by normal people metrics, but alas. Sephiroth takes a seat next to him and Tseng tries leaning against the armrest, which is a thing he totally does when he's home and yet still can't see as situationally appropriate. But neither is being carried home by the hero of ShinRa like a fainting damsel in distress, so Tseng figures he's already pitching a losing game here.
He waves a hand, a gesture to do as he pleases. At least he's not like that awful woman in the HQ infirmary with hands like a lumberjack and no sense of personal boundaries. ]
[And usually why Sephiroth lets Angeal handle the cooking and the like. But he's made significant improvements on chores, at least. He believes in pulling his own weight, that was never an issue-- he just... tends to go about them in an odd manner.]
Hm. I suppose. [A minute, then--] ...Do you remember the first time the three of us spent the night together? We built a fort.
[Sephiroth didn't even know how to do that before Nibelheim happened. Terribly socially awkward, but growing up in a lab'll do that to you. Poor Cloud is just stuck with the malicious end of it now.]
As ever. Our clashes give me something to savor in this pitiful world.
It means, Cloud... that inevitably our worlds will collide with others, and there are things out there that will thrust this Planet into peril. Which includes, of course, the lives of those you cherish so dearly.
I have no desire for this world to end.
Would you still spurn my help if it meant the destruction of the Planet and those precious to you?
[Only by the grace of their long friendship is Sephiroth willing to humor this nonsense. If it were anyone else, he would have stopped bothering a long time ago. Even Genesis manages not to be this reckless. Tseng's looks of disapproval aren't the only thing Rufus is going to have to weather when his condition is improved; he'll be getting a hefty lecture from Sephiroth that would make even Angeal proud.
Sephiroth takes a moment to compose himself with a deep steady breath - in... then out... - before he tucks his phone away and... speeds up the building exactly like he said he wasn't going to.
But he makes it to Rufus's office in record time to find him... uselessly sprawled out on the floor. He has to wonder if he tried to sit in his chair and simply gave up. Withholding one of many sighs, Sephiroth announces his presence in case Rufus is lucid enough to be alarmed before crouching down to gingerly scoop him up.]
I would prefer to take you to a medic, but I assume you'll say that's out of the question.
[He already knows the answer-- it's more of a gauge for Rufus's coherency. If he doesn't say anything at all, it's straight to a medic. Otherwise, Sephiroth thinks he can probably make due with a few well-placed Curagas.]
[He really should have known better when Reno uttered those famous last words I dare you. It never turned out well but at least this time nothing was on fire and there was no blood. No evidence except for a headache that made the room swim and his stomach ache with nausea.
He lifts a hand to try to wave when Sephiroth enters, almost laughing at his words. He knows Sephiroth can already predict what he'll say but it's endearing anyway. He doesn't resist being picked up, leaning against Sephiroth's chest as he carefully wraps an arm around the other man's shoulders, fingers lacing long pale hair.]
No medic- I just need to rest somewhere dark.
[Eventually he'll get a lecture but for now, he knows he's safe where he is. It was rare that he had absolute trust in someone to be willing to let them see him so vulnerable but there is no pretense of pretending that he's alright.]
[Rufus cozies himself into Sephiroth's arms without hesitation, looping an arm around his neck and combing his fingers through his hair. It's loud even in his own ears, the way Sephiroth's heart suddenly clamors against his chest. He finds a poignant spark of frustration in it-- both because he's still incredibly upset with Rufus's recklessness, and because the man is unattainable. Even were this not the vice-president of the company itself, Sephiroth has always been under the impression that he was already spoken for.
He knows his place. (Or so he says.)
Instead of vocalizing any of this, of course, or asking Rufus not to be quite so snug, Sephiroth merely looses a judgmental sigh.]
As you wish. I can take you back to my place for the time being.
[I knew you would find me before Tseng did, Rufus says, and Sephiroth chuckles faintly in spite of himself. Was it really even a competition? Tseng is an incredibly competent Turk, but Sephiroth quite literally jumped up the building to get here. He has an unfair advantage, he'd say. Speaking of which--]
He'll be coming up the elevator, so if you intend to avoid him... our only option is leaving the way I came. [Which-- yes, means, jumping out the window and thus, begs the question:] Do you trust me?
[Anger from Yazoo is like a heavenly strike from Shiva herself-- frigid, sharp, and well-aimed. It's not unlike the way Sephiroth himself expresses anger, but Yazoo has practically turned it into an art form. Indeed, Sephiroth knows when he's earned his brother's ire.]
I suppose all we can do is give it time. It had no collar or chip to speak of, so I'm inclined to think the latter... Nevertheless, between Kadaj and Loz, I'm not sure I can handle another animal in the house.
[Not that he doesn't care for them, of course, but Gaia, they're both handfuls in their own very unique (and headache-inducing) ways. Adding a stray dog to the pile just means more responsibility for the actually responsible ones.]
I most definitely do not want to be here for that conversation at all. Or for the week after but we’ll make do, I suppose.
[Especially if Kadaj decided to throw in with Loz. The sensitivity was one thing but the righteous anger too? Kadaj would start a war of epic proportions to keep Loz’s new pet and good luck to anyone caught in his wake.]
How long until that conversation? I promise I’m not going to find somewhere else to hide...In theory.
Unless you have another suggestion, I fail to see what else we can do. You know as well as I that we'll be the ones caring for the thing, and this household is enough of a handful as it is.
Hm. Likely story. Fortunately, I'm still in the brainstorming phase.
[A pause between texts, and then--]
How receptive do you suppose Loz would be to laying ground rules for keeping it? Childish as he can be, he's quite dedicated to a task once he cares enough.
[They just need to have a long talk about not walking in front of vehicles, apparently.]
[Sephiroth has tried to reach this moment so many times. If he makes it here at all, it's usually the Whispers that slow him down just enough that any interference would be pointless. Watching Angeal succumb to his own despair time after time serves only to further break an already broken man. And yet, so too does it serve as fuel to the fire he needs to make a difference.
Sephiroth cuts a vicious swath through the Whispers just in time -- 'Zack, let me show you.' -- to come hurtling down through the roof in a flurry of broken wood, shattered glass, and black feathers. He doesn't waste even a breath of a moment-- he's cutting down the Angeal copies moving to converge on Angeal himself with frightening precision. He's watched this happen so many times, he knows exactly where to strike and when. There's nothing merciful about the way he does it, either. Most of them end up bisected by Masamune, crumpling to the ground in pieces.
Hollander is already running away in a panic, but Sephiroth doesn't care about him. Eventually, the trash will take itself out. Zack, however, is rushing up to meet him -- 'Sephiroth?! What are you--' -- but is cut off by the back of Sephiroth's hand dismissively striking him across the face, throwing him harshly to the ground.]
Down.
[If the massive black wing spanning out from Sephiroth's back isn't enough of an indicator, then the cruel way he treats Zack and the edge of madness swirling behind his gaze ought to be. This isn't the Sephiroth that Angeal knows. Not at all.
He's turning on Angeal now, his eyes as sharp as Masamune itself. There's something indescribable about the way his face twists-- like it's impossible to pin down any one emotion. But ... eventually, his mouth curves into a smile. It's not quiet and kind in the way Angeal might remember, but more akin to barbed wire. Jagged. Vicious. It belies the fury, loneliness, and every other unsavory emotion warring beneath his rib cage, in his mind.]
Really, Angeal... [Admonishingly, he clicks his tongue. It would almost sound teasing if everything else about him didn't project ice and malice.] I never thought you to be such a coward.
[ Angeal's first reaction at the realization that Sephiroth is here is to try to hide. Sephiroth had seen him with his wing, and he had been far from happy at the time, but it's different, now, what he knows. What he is.
But then Zack is sent flying on the ground, and his eyes widen, temporarily distracted from his own plight...
... and he takes in the black wing that graces Sephiroth's own back, and he half stumbles closer, eyes focused on that but also stepping half between Sephiroth and Zack. ]
... What?
[ Not even a reaction to the words, the admonishment, so much as the changes in his--
the man Angeal used to flatter himself and consider his friend. When did he ever deserve that?
[Zack's as stunned as Angeal is, a mixture of anger and confusion muddying his face as he struggles to his feet. He starts to protest when Angeal tells him to leave-- 'What?! No way! What's going on--' but the way Sephiroth turns on him is warning enough. He holds his face for a minute, still throbbing from that very unnecessary smack, and gives an aggravated growl. 'Fine, but you better explain later!'
He spares another couple quick glances between them before trotting out, maybe to go looking for Hollander.
Soon enough, Sephiroth's eyes slowly ease back to Angeal. He flips Masamune in his grasp, leaving the blade to trail behind him like a deadly tail.]
Alone at last.
[He steps towards the other man three times, each stride slow and measured. His eyes rove over the slumped shoulders-- the shame inherent in Angeal's body language.]
And this time... you won't be allowed the luxury of running away from me.
[And directed at both of them, not just Genesis, but that's neither here nor there.]
Well. In fairness, it cost me a couple extra gil for the drizzle and the additional flavors, and we both know Angeal would eschew going out of budget. "Saving a couple extra gil a day could turn into enough for a week's worth of groceries down the road," and so on, and so forth.
[Not that Sephiroth is judging; he understands Angeal's poor upbringing and his desire to make sure his mother is taken care of. But he doesn't have quite the same hang-ups about slightly frivolous purchases.]
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[ Hmmm. Interesting. Why didn't Angeal tell him the same in regard to Sephiroth? He totally probably did, in very nice words, and Genesis just went "yeah, yeah..." etc. ]
Only because rank kept him from wording it that way, I guess.
If Lazard put him up to it, he'd have SOLDIERs living on potatoes and milk.
[ In fairness, again, Sephiroth really does do his utmost to stop Genesis's making the task difficult. Same thinking—Angeal has ever been a good son to his mother. One time, Genesis caught him putting money into Gillian's purse instead of taking any out. "A couple extra gil," in that scenario, had been the change that Genesis told him he could keep. ]
You know even I can't fault him for looking after his money... and I've tried. But a caramel drizzle is hardly a moral failing, I'll indulge in Angeal's absence.
[ That said, Sephiroth is also terrible at indulging himself. Genesis has tried here, too. ]
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( @beenhad )
Were you? [The subtle lilt of Sephiroth's voice says he's not buying it. Tseng has already established that he's not the sort to inconvenience others for his own sake. He's used to getting by on less; he hasn't even moved out of this pitiful apartment when a Turk can more than afford it. Sephiroth may not be the most socially proficient person, but he suspects he won't feel good about leaving Tseng to his own devices.]
...I will handle it. [At least then he'll know it's been taken care of.]
First aid? [If Tseng gets banged up as much he says, he must have a kit somewhere.]
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Oh wait.
But this isn't so bad. He'll just say— ]
In the bathroom. I'll g—
[ —and catch Sephiroth's too-vivid feline gaze the second his muscles twitch to move. Something tells him that's just not in the cards. That part of him that stings whenever a polite overture is missed is screaming now. Imagine, letting a guest retrieve something for you in your own home. He does what he can and bows his head. ]
Thank you.
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Sephiroth makes a point not to linger anywhere. He has no inclination to be nosy, especially when Tseng is already practically squirming from how uncomfortable he is with the state of things. It's a quick in and out of the bathroom, first aid in tow.
He perches himself on the edge of the couch, adjacent to Tseng, and sets about stacking the necessary supplies next to them.
Alcohol swabs first.] May I? [A formality more than anything. Sephiroth isn't going to touch Tseng without his permission. If he has any sincere protests, speak now.]
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By the time Sephiroth leaves the room, Tseng has reaffected his 'casual' pose. Which is not very casual if you were to judge it by normal people metrics, but alas. Sephiroth takes a seat next to him and Tseng tries leaning against the armrest, which is a thing he totally does when he's home and yet still can't see as situationally appropriate. But neither is being carried home by the hero of ShinRa like a fainting damsel in distress, so Tseng figures he's already pitching a losing game here.
He waves a hand, a gesture to do as he pleases. At least he's not like that awful woman in the HQ infirmary with hands like a lumberjack and no sense of personal boundaries. ]
But of course. I appreciate it, thank you.
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look who's talkin 😭
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( @foreshadowing )
A challenge, then.
And when I soundly win? A prize, perhaps?
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[Because it doesn't matter what you want. He's doesn't lose.]
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Alright, what're the terms.
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( @wingsofhonor )
[Sephiroth's gentle in other ways. It balances out.]
I don't suppose you have a back-up plan. It'll be challenging to cook without power.
[. . . He's very sorry. He'll try to make it up to you somehow.]
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Isn't that why hot plates exist?
[ Guess who's heading to the store real quick. ]
Just think of this like a camping trip.
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This is beyond my area of expertise, I'm afraid.
[And usually why Sephiroth lets Angeal handle the cooking and the like. But he's made significant improvements on chores, at least. He believes in pulling his own weight, that was never an issue-- he just... tends to go about them in an odd manner.]
Hm. I suppose.
[A minute, then--]
...Do you remember the first time the three of us spent the night together? We built a fort.
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( @chocobohaired )
[Okay, but... he wanted to hold your hand in the Edge of Creation. That was nice of him! Right?]
Oh, I know very well the flames you carry in your heart. I cannot imagine trading them for a single thing.
Our world is not the only one in existence. Out there, beyond time and space, are many others. And with them, entities that are a threat to us both.
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You want me to fight you then?
I don't know what that means.
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As ever. Our clashes give me something to savor in this pitiful world.
It means, Cloud... that inevitably our worlds will collide with others, and there are things out there that will thrust this Planet into peril. Which includes, of course, the lives of those you cherish so dearly.
I have no desire for this world to end.
Would you still spurn my help if it meant the destruction of the Planet and those precious to you?
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( @ambitiousblond )
[Only by the grace of their long friendship is Sephiroth willing to humor this nonsense. If it were anyone else, he would have stopped bothering a long time ago. Even Genesis manages not to be this reckless. Tseng's looks of disapproval aren't the only thing Rufus is going to have to weather when his condition is improved; he'll be getting a hefty lecture from Sephiroth that would make even Angeal proud.
Sephiroth takes a moment to compose himself with a deep steady breath - in... then out... - before he tucks his phone away and... speeds up the building exactly like he said he wasn't going to.
But he makes it to Rufus's office in record time to find him... uselessly sprawled out on the floor. He has to wonder if he tried to sit in his chair and simply gave up. Withholding one of many sighs, Sephiroth announces his presence in case Rufus is lucid enough to be alarmed before crouching down to gingerly scoop him up.]
I would prefer to take you to a medic, but I assume you'll say that's out of the question.
[He already knows the answer-- it's more of a gauge for Rufus's coherency. If he doesn't say anything at all, it's straight to a medic. Otherwise, Sephiroth thinks he can probably make due with a few well-placed Curagas.]
<3
He lifts a hand to try to wave when Sephiroth enters, almost laughing at his words. He knows Sephiroth can already predict what he'll say but it's endearing anyway. He doesn't resist being picked up, leaning against Sephiroth's chest as he carefully wraps an arm around the other man's shoulders, fingers lacing long pale hair.]
No medic- I just need to rest somewhere dark.
[Eventually he'll get a lecture but for now, he knows he's safe where he is. It was rare that he had absolute trust in someone to be willing to let them see him so vulnerable but there is no pretense of pretending that he's alright.]
I knew you would find me before Tseng did.
(spongebob meme voice) three... years... later
He knows his place. (Or so he says.)
Instead of vocalizing any of this, of course, or asking Rufus not to be quite so snug, Sephiroth merely looses a judgmental sigh.]
As you wish. I can take you back to my place for the time being.
[I knew you would find me before Tseng did, Rufus says, and Sephiroth chuckles faintly in spite of himself. Was it really even a competition? Tseng is an incredibly competent Turk, but Sephiroth quite literally jumped up the building to get here. He has an unfair advantage, he'd say. Speaking of which--]
He'll be coming up the elevator, so if you intend to avoid him... our only option is leaving the way I came. [Which-- yes, means, jumping out the window and thus, begs the question:] Do you trust me?
<3
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( @zookeeper )
[Anger from Yazoo is like a heavenly strike from Shiva herself-- frigid, sharp, and well-aimed. It's not unlike the way Sephiroth himself expresses anger, but Yazoo has practically turned it into an art form. Indeed, Sephiroth knows when he's earned his brother's ire.]
I suppose all we can do is give it time. It had no collar or chip to speak of, so I'm inclined to think the latter... Nevertheless, between Kadaj and Loz, I'm not sure I can handle another animal in the house.
[Not that he doesn't care for them, of course, but Gaia, they're both handfuls in their own very unique (and headache-inducing) ways. Adding a stray dog to the pile just means more responsibility for the actually responsible ones.]
Hey Big Bro! XD
I most definitely do not want to be here for that conversation at all. Or for the week after but we’ll make do, I suppose.
[Especially if Kadaj decided to throw in with Loz. The sensitivity was one thing but the righteous anger too? Kadaj would start a war of epic proportions to keep Loz’s new pet and good luck to anyone caught in his wake.]How long until that conversation? I promise I’m not going to find somewhere else to hide...In theory.
hello little bro ♡
Hm. Likely story. Fortunately, I'm still in the brainstorming phase.
[A pause between texts, and then--]
How receptive do you suppose Loz would be to laying ground rules for keeping it? Childish as he can be, he's quite dedicated to a task once he cares enough.
[They just need to have a long talk about not walking in front of vehicles, apparently.]
How goes?
slowly catching up on tags (flexes)
You can do it! I believe in you!
( @angealwings )
Sephiroth cuts a vicious swath through the Whispers just in time -- 'Zack, let me show you.' -- to come hurtling down through the roof in a flurry of broken wood, shattered glass, and black feathers. He doesn't waste even a breath of a moment-- he's cutting down the Angeal copies moving to converge on Angeal himself with frightening precision. He's watched this happen so many times, he knows exactly where to strike and when. There's nothing merciful about the way he does it, either. Most of them end up bisected by Masamune, crumpling to the ground in pieces.
Hollander is already running away in a panic, but Sephiroth doesn't care about him. Eventually, the trash will take itself out. Zack, however, is rushing up to meet him -- 'Sephiroth?! What are you--' -- but is cut off by the back of Sephiroth's hand dismissively striking him across the face, throwing him harshly to the ground.]
Down.
[If the massive black wing spanning out from Sephiroth's back isn't enough of an indicator, then the cruel way he treats Zack and the edge of madness swirling behind his gaze ought to be. This isn't the Sephiroth that Angeal knows. Not at all.
He's turning on Angeal now, his eyes as sharp as Masamune itself. There's something indescribable about the way his face twists-- like it's impossible to pin down any one emotion. But
... eventually, his mouth curves into a smile. It's not quiet and kind in the way Angeal might remember, but more akin to barbed wire. Jagged. Vicious. It belies the fury, loneliness, and every other unsavory emotion warring beneath his rib cage, in his mind.]
Really, Angeal... [Admonishingly, he clicks his tongue. It would almost sound teasing if everything else about him didn't project ice and malice.] I never thought you to be such a coward.
here we gooo
But then Zack is sent flying on the ground, and his eyes widen, temporarily distracted from his own plight...
... and he takes in the black wing that graces Sephiroth's own back, and he half stumbles closer, eyes focused on that but also stepping half between Sephiroth and Zack. ]
... What?
[ Not even a reaction to the words, the admonishment, so much as the changes in his--
the man Angeal used to flatter himself and consider his friend. When did he ever deserve that?
After a moment, his shoulders slump. ]
Zack. Go.
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He spares another couple quick glances between them before trotting out, maybe to go looking for Hollander.
Soon enough, Sephiroth's eyes slowly ease back to Angeal. He flips Masamune in his grasp, leaving the blade to trail behind him like a deadly tail.]
Alone at last.
[He steps towards the other man three times, each stride slow and measured. His eyes rove over the slumped shoulders-- the shame inherent in Angeal's body language.]
And this time... you won't be allowed the luxury of running away from me.
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( @genesisimperfecta )
It was more of a recommendation than a command.
[And directed at both of them, not just Genesis, but that's neither here nor there.]
Well. In fairness, it cost me a couple extra gil for the drizzle and the additional flavors, and we both know Angeal would eschew going out of budget. "Saving a couple extra gil a day could turn into enough for a week's worth of groceries down the road," and so on, and so forth.
[Not that Sephiroth is judging; he understands Angeal's poor upbringing and his desire to make sure his mother is taken care of. But he doesn't have quite the same hang-ups about slightly frivolous purchases.]
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He totally probably did, in very nice words, and Genesis just went "yeah, yeah..." etc.]Only because rank kept him from wording it that way, I guess.
If Lazard put him up to it, he'd have SOLDIERs living on potatoes and milk.
[ In fairness, again, Sephiroth really does do his utmost to stop Genesis's making the task difficult. Same thinking—Angeal has ever been a good son to his mother. One time, Genesis caught him putting money into Gillian's purse instead of taking any out. "A couple extra gil," in that scenario, had been the change that Genesis told him he could keep. ]
You know even I can't fault him for looking after his money... and I've tried. But a caramel drizzle is hardly a moral failing, I'll indulge in Angeal's absence.
[ That said, Sephiroth is also terrible at indulging himself. Genesis has tried here, too. ]
Did you get anything for yourself?