[ It's not a bad feeling at all, working a laugh out of Sephiroth. It makes him feel powerful in a different sort of way, the same swell of pride in a more profound key. Tseng loves the way it sounds. ]
No. Last night was a... special occasion.
[ There are many secrets Tseng keeps that no one else needs to know. Just like how Sephiroth does not need to know that it was a jealous despair drove him to a sub-plate booze shanty, where he'd—erroneously, it seemed—believed that he could wallow in his foul mood in the comfortable anonymity of an unfamiliar crowd.
Besides, it hardly matters anymore. That mood is gone, replaced by something far lighter. Turns out you can drink all your troubles away. Or maybe it's the concussion—whatever.
He tilts his head to rest his chin against his curled fingers, watching. The rattling AC has kicked on again, and it's giving Sephiroth's silver locks a reason to rustle in that ephemeral way, the same way moonlight dances across the black waters of a midnight sea. He's always wondered what it must feel like, what a singular pleasure it might be to stroke his fingers through the endless fall of it. ]
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No. Last night was a... special occasion.
[ There are many secrets Tseng keeps that no one else needs to know. Just like how Sephiroth does not need to know that it was a jealous despair drove him to a sub-plate booze shanty, where he'd—erroneously, it seemed—believed that he could wallow in his foul mood in the comfortable anonymity of an unfamiliar crowd.
Besides, it hardly matters anymore. That mood is gone, replaced by something far lighter. Turns out you can drink all your troubles away. Or maybe it's the concussion—whatever.
He tilts his head to rest his chin against his curled fingers, watching. The rattling AC has kicked on again, and it's giving Sephiroth's silver locks a reason to rustle in that ephemeral way, the same way moonlight dances across the black waters of a midnight sea. He's always wondered what it must feel like, what a singular pleasure it might be to stroke his fingers through the endless fall of it. ]
I didn't crash one of your secret haunts, did I?