That could mean a lot of things, but Sephiroth gets the sense that it's likely none of his business.
Whatever the case, Tseng seems to slowly be coming around, feeling more comfortable. Comfortable enough to casually watch him when he couldn't bring himself to maintain eye contact several minutes ago. He tilts his head just so, propping his chin against his hand, and... it's enough that Sephiroth pauses to stare back. It's then that he becomes acutely aware of their proximity, of how Tseng is looking at him. It's very subtle-- and if he weren't painfully observant already, Sephiroth wouldn't have noticed. But the quiet way Tseng's eyes rove over his face, his hair, does something strange to his chest-- as if his heart is rebelling against his rib cage.
He questions it - because he always questions the sincerity of others and their interests in him - and pointedly returns to his task. He... is not good with feelings. Certainly not ones like this. It didn't go well for him, the last time he started feeling like this, and he's leery about repeating that mistake.]
Mm. I don't drink. [And even if he did, there's not much point to it. Several dozen of Hojo's invasive tests have found his metabolism to be abnormally fast and highly resistant to most things.] I was searching for an errant puppy. [By which he - of course - means Zack. Angeal lost track of him, and somehow Sephiroth got roped into it, and-- well.] Finding you was a pleasant accident. Your company is preferable, even when inebriated.
[He doesn't actually mind Zack, but he knows better than to make that public knowledge. He'll leave the puppy wrangling to Angeal.]
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That could mean a lot of things, but Sephiroth gets the sense that it's likely none of his business.
Whatever the case, Tseng seems to slowly be coming around, feeling more comfortable. Comfortable enough to casually watch him when he couldn't bring himself to maintain eye contact several minutes ago. He tilts his head just so, propping his chin against his hand, and... it's enough that Sephiroth pauses to stare back. It's then that he becomes acutely aware of their proximity, of how Tseng is looking at him. It's very subtle-- and if he weren't painfully observant already, Sephiroth wouldn't have noticed. But the quiet way Tseng's eyes rove over his face, his hair, does something strange to his chest-- as if his heart is rebelling against his rib cage.
He questions it - because he always questions the sincerity of others and their interests in him - and pointedly returns to his task. He... is not good with feelings. Certainly not ones like this. It didn't go well for him, the last time he started feeling like this, and he's leery about repeating that mistake.]
Mm. I don't drink. [And even if he did, there's not much point to it. Several dozen of Hojo's invasive tests have found his metabolism to be abnormally fast and highly resistant to most things.] I was searching for an errant puppy. [By which he - of course - means Zack. Angeal lost track of him, and somehow Sephiroth got roped into it, and-- well.] Finding you was a pleasant accident. Your company is preferable, even when inebriated.
[He doesn't actually mind Zack, but he knows better than to make that public knowledge. He'll leave the puppy wrangling to Angeal.]