[His pride hinges on very specific things, and is rarely bruised because of mundane inanity like bird-catching. But one landing on his head, shaking out its feathers as if to get comfortable, with Geralt sending a wry grin his way? Just let this end now — at least they share the sentiment of wanting to be over and done with this task. They can commiserate over that later. Or just pretend it never happened.
He reaches up to nudge the bird off his head with the side of his hand, dimly annoyed.]
Good.
[The pigeon flutters off. As planned, it swoops over the cat’s head, who had made its way to the roof again. The feline stops, eyes wide, and tries to swipe at it with its paw. Distraction achieved, one way or another.
Sephiroth turns step closer to the edge of the roof.]
Then we’ll wait along with the others.
[Eager to detach himself from cats, traps, and too many birds, he opts for the fastest route to meet the other two men below. He hops off the ledge and lets gravity carry him downwards. The landing’s easy enough for a SOLDIER, and it’s only a museum, not a skyscraper. He’s sure Geralt won’t take long to catch up with them.]
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He reaches up to nudge the bird off his head with the side of his hand, dimly annoyed.]
Good.
[The pigeon flutters off. As planned, it swoops over the cat’s head, who had made its way to the roof again. The feline stops, eyes wide, and tries to swipe at it with its paw. Distraction achieved, one way or another.
Sephiroth turns step closer to the edge of the roof.]
Then we’ll wait along with the others.
[Eager to detach himself from cats, traps, and too many birds, he opts for the fastest route to meet the other two men below. He hops off the ledge and lets gravity carry him downwards. The landing’s easy enough for a SOLDIER, and it’s only a museum, not a skyscraper. He’s sure Geralt won’t take long to catch up with them.]