Sephiroth's hair comes down to surround Cloud as if it could shut out the world, and he welcomes it. He gathers a handful of it and turns his head, bringing the silvery hair to his face and breathing in its scent. Like most of what he's doing here, he isn't thinking when he does it. But Sephiroth interrupts him with that pinch and Cloud winces with a faint grunt of pain, brow furrowing and fingers involuntary clenching in that waterfall of hair. He doesn't say anything, but it doesn't look like he enjoyed it.
The question has him looking up again. "What you just did, for starters," he says, dry, before he considers further. "Nothing else, for now." Mostly because he doesn't have enough experience to say, really.
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Sephiroth's hair comes down to surround Cloud as if it could shut out the world, and he welcomes it. He gathers a handful of it and turns his head, bringing the silvery hair to his face and breathing in its scent. Like most of what he's doing here, he isn't thinking when he does it. But Sephiroth interrupts him with that pinch and Cloud winces with a faint grunt of pain, brow furrowing and fingers involuntary clenching in that waterfall of hair. He doesn't say anything, but it doesn't look like he enjoyed it.
The question has him looking up again. "What you just did, for starters," he says, dry, before he considers further. "Nothing else, for now." Mostly because he doesn't have enough experience to say, really.