"No, I hadn't," Sephiroth agrees, going back to getting the last bit of Zechs' clothes settled on him. He's not bothering too much with the fastenings; he expects Zechs will be cleaning up shortly after he's home, and may even help the man with it if he's still not steady on his feet by that time. (It's not like Sephiroth doesn't also need to get clean, he reasons.) He also doesn't expect anyone to be looking at Zechs that closely on the trip between this place and wherever he lives. As long as the man looks relatively decent at a glance, or from a distance, that should be plenty. "But it didn't need to be part of an agreement. It's just something I'm choosing to do. I didn't agree to just leave you here in this house, either, but you were prepared to allow that without complaint."
He pauses. "And you're the one who did me the initial favor. At the most, you could consider this repayment. At the very least...it's simply consideration."
Once Zechs is properly (to a given value of 'properly') clothed again, Seph once again single-arm carries him so that his other arm is free to scoop up his coat. This he lays in Zechs' lap. "Hold this for me," he instructs, even as he carries Zechs outside(adjusting back to holding him in both arms on the way). Leviathan, who'd been stretched out in front of the door, hops up and is moving away even before Sephiroth emerges; after one glance at their owner, Levi de-materialize back into the earrings Sephiroth is wearing.
Evidently, they'd been reading his intent. Because, as Sephiroth stands in front of the door, Zechs will feel a slight shift in Sephiroth before a massive black wing abruptly unfurls from his back, stretching itself.
"Are you afraid of heights?" Sephiroth asks after a moment's pause, as though this just occurred to him. His intent is clear, although how he's supposed to fly with only one wing isn't clear.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that Sephiroth should be able to fly. His wing is too singular and asymmetrical to get his massive body off the ground. Sephiroth, of course, flies anyways. Because Sephiroth doesn't care what humans think is impossible.
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He pauses. "And you're the one who did me the initial favor. At the most, you could consider this repayment. At the very least...it's simply consideration."
Once Zechs is properly (to a given value of 'properly') clothed again, Seph once again single-arm carries him so that his other arm is free to scoop up his coat. This he lays in Zechs' lap. "Hold this for me," he instructs, even as he carries Zechs outside(adjusting back to holding him in both arms on the way). Leviathan, who'd been stretched out in front of the door, hops up and is moving away even before Sephiroth emerges; after one glance at their owner, Levi de-materialize back into the earrings Sephiroth is wearing.
Evidently, they'd been reading his intent. Because, as Sephiroth stands in front of the door, Zechs will feel a slight shift in Sephiroth before a massive black wing abruptly unfurls from his back, stretching itself.
"Are you afraid of heights?" Sephiroth asks after a moment's pause, as though this just occurred to him. His intent is clear, although how he's supposed to fly with only one wing isn't clear.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that Sephiroth should be able to fly. His wing is too singular and asymmetrical to get his massive body off the ground. Sephiroth, of course, flies anyways. Because Sephiroth doesn't care what humans think is impossible.