[Ferran's got a cup of shaved ice in hand and a spoon in the other, specially made to make sure no intrusive emotional effects have entered the process; only blueberry and strawberry for him, thank you. He's about to shove a spoonful into his mouth when... well.
It's extremely hard to miss Sephiroth; tall, broad, and with hair that long in almost all black on the beach? He probably couldn't stand out more if he tried. And then, he starts talking. With each word, Ferran's expression turns more from mild curiosity to exasperated bafflement. This guy... this guy is a real piece of work, isn't he.
He pauses a moment to look down to his beautiful red and blue dessert before turning back to Sephiroth and holding out the spoon and cup.]
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It's extremely hard to miss Sephiroth; tall, broad, and with hair that long in almost all black on the beach? He probably couldn't stand out more if he tried. And then, he starts talking. With each word, Ferran's expression turns more from mild curiosity to exasperated bafflement. This guy... this guy is a real piece of work, isn't he.
He pauses a moment to look down to his beautiful red and blue dessert before turning back to Sephiroth and holding out the spoon and cup.]
I think you need this more than I do.