Only Sephiroth could still retain said bad humor at his situation when there had been an obvious wave of caring and concerned individuals that had taken it upon themselves to bring him get-well gifts and wishes. Notably in the form of small bunches of flowers, a few books and an assortment of boxes which could only be treats that he'd likely never touch. They cluttered up the small bedside table to the point where his ever present glass of water had to stand alone on the movable bed tray.

It was late, so late in fact that the lights were out in Sephiroth's room. There was no sign of his moogle either, having retired somewhere else for the evening given that Sephiroth were in fact trying to get some sleep. Not that he could sleep, in his current state.

Something resembling a grunt was heard as the door being rapped at, and then opened as Genesis stepped into the room. Some small noise at being disturbed from his honest attempt at trying to pass out.

"-yes?" Was mumbled quietly.