[A ripple of instinctive tension runs through his body, barely perceptible, when a native grasps him by the forearm. And though Sephiroth is difficult, if not impossible, to coerce, it is simple enough to redirect his attention to the apparent unbonded stranger, who looks at him with blank eyes.
He says nothing. The native yammers on for a few seconds more and then, seemingly pleased with this (admittedly stoic) inbound introduction, decides to leave them be for a short while.
Sephiroth is difficult to read; stolid and reticent by nature. But his cat-eyed gaze is steady, and both individuals seem to remain unbothered by the lack of conversation, leaving them in some strangely detached mire of awkwardness.
Finally—]
I’m going to assume your “loneliness” was an exaggeration.
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He says nothing. The native yammers on for a few seconds more and then, seemingly pleased with this (admittedly stoic) inbound introduction, decides to leave them be for a short while.
Sephiroth is difficult to read; stolid and reticent by nature. But his cat-eyed gaze is steady, and both individuals seem to remain unbothered by the lack of conversation, leaving them in some strangely detached mire of awkwardness.
Finally—]
I’m going to assume your “loneliness” was an exaggeration.