[Running into Sephiroth is a bit like hitting a brick wall, and even his reaction is hilariously similar. Immovable, barely affected, his expression still, stern, but not exactly disapproving. He regards this young woman and her shock of pink hair, eyes sliding down to the bottle of shampoo now clasped in her hand.
She seems offended, and maybe rightly so— Until she looks utterly distracted, like she’s suddenly lost focus on something far more interesting.]
…. [He helps her out with-] My shampoo.
[A gloved hand comes out, palm-up, to both regain her attention and wordlessly request the bottle back.]
he sure does... a castmate gave it to him ages ago lmao
She seems offended, and maybe rightly so— Until she looks utterly distracted, like she’s suddenly lost focus on something far more interesting.]
…. [He helps her out with-] My shampoo.
[A gloved hand comes out, palm-up, to both regain her attention and wordlessly request the bottle back.]
You’re still standing on your feet. No harm done.