Sephiroth looks specifically in the direction he figures Mikleo must be referring, narrowing his eyes and deepening his brow just between eyes ever-so slightly. Thinking, considering, visualizing.]
I think you might be right.
[He says finally, shoving off the table with both of his hands and beginning to stride through the now-mostly decorated cafe towards the front door. His head tilted back as he gets nearer, bringing fore-fingers and thumb together in a triangle before dropping them and nodding.
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Sephiroth looks specifically in the direction he figures Mikleo must be referring, narrowing his eyes and deepening his brow just between eyes ever-so slightly. Thinking, considering, visualizing.]
I think you might be right.
[He says finally, shoving off the table with both of his hands and beginning to stride through the now-mostly decorated cafe towards the front door. His head tilted back as he gets nearer, bringing fore-fingers and thumb together in a triangle before dropping them and nodding.
Next it's the looking around for a nearby chair-]