[Cloud's not exactly looking forward to re-hashing shit Sephiroth's already heard anyway either, so he takes a moment to consider what Vincent and Zack would've both shared-
Before he stops. Switches tacks. It's...Sephiroth over there, sort of; same pale skin, same cat-slit eyes, same delicate silver hair...same unnerving, unnatural stillness. Like he's waiting for a breath in order to cut it in half. Everything else, though, is so...removed. The kind of awkward, uncomfortable consideration from Nibelheim is the closest Cloud can liken it to without inviting another headache, but at the same time maybe he shouldn't liken him to anything Cloud can remember.
Cloud folds his arms over his chest, looking at Sephiroth carefully before recalling Caduceus's advice. Ground yourself. He turns his boot, taps the toe of it against the ground.] ...I wanna call you something else.
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Before he stops. Switches tacks. It's...Sephiroth over there, sort of; same pale skin, same cat-slit eyes, same delicate silver hair...same unnerving, unnatural stillness. Like he's waiting for a breath in order to cut it in half. Everything else, though, is so...removed. The kind of awkward, uncomfortable consideration from Nibelheim is the closest Cloud can liken it to without inviting another headache, but at the same time maybe he shouldn't liken him to anything Cloud can remember.
Cloud folds his arms over his chest, looking at Sephiroth carefully before recalling Caduceus's advice. Ground yourself. He turns his boot, taps the toe of it against the ground.] ...I wanna call you something else.