Where Sephiroth was getting about ready to stride away from the bedside towards the small wardrobe, which had his signature leather jacket hung from a hook on the front on an almost permanent basis, Tifa's question made him pause. He looked up from the bag, where he'd just been looking idly, and cast a curious glance at his housemate.
She interrupted his thought-train a little when she viciously took another mouthful of apple but at least he had the good manners to avert his gaze while she spoke with her mouth full.
"Actually, this trip will be for leisure. I'm on leave right now." Naturally, he neglected to inform Tifa of much more detail than that; the reason for his leave, how long it was for, where he was going - none of her business really. Sephiroth was a grown man and he'd go wherever, whenever it pleased him to. In fact, sometimes he made a point to be independent given his suspicions for the reason Tifa had moved in with him.
"What letter, exactly?"
In the meantime, he fought not to look too intently at her face, as if her expression might help to jog his memory some. He could only recall one time he'd ever sent Tifa a letter...after all, they lived under the same roof? At least when he was actually in Aqures Ixen for any notable length of time.
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Where Sephiroth was getting about ready to stride away from the bedside towards the small wardrobe, which had his signature leather jacket hung from a hook on the front on an almost permanent basis, Tifa's question made him pause. He looked up from the bag, where he'd just been looking idly, and cast a curious glance at his housemate.
She interrupted his thought-train a little when she viciously took another mouthful of apple but at least he had the good manners to avert his gaze while she spoke with her mouth full.
"Actually, this trip will be for leisure. I'm on leave right now." Naturally, he neglected to inform Tifa of much more detail than that; the reason for his leave, how long it was for, where he was going - none of her business really. Sephiroth was a grown man and he'd go wherever, whenever it pleased him to. In fact, sometimes he made a point to be independent given his suspicions for the reason Tifa had moved in with him.
"What letter, exactly?"
In the meantime, he fought not to look too intently at her face, as if her expression might help to jog his memory some. He could only recall one time he'd ever sent Tifa a letter...after all, they lived under the same roof? At least when he was actually in Aqures Ixen for any notable length of time.