The show of her “wooziness” is questionable at best. The fact that she grabs onto his hand, fingers curling around his own, is such an unfamiliar sensation to Sephiroth that he stands there, stock-still, the muscles in his arms going stiff. He cannot help it — this is far from how anyone would ever treat him on Gaia (casually, jokingly(?)), so foreign that there’s no immediate response. He stonewalls because that’s often easiest.
It helps detach himself from the sensation of Moonlacing, always inevitable, even through fabric.]
If running into someone in an alleyway is this of a traumatic experience for you, I wonder how you survive at all.
[Is he… gonna get his shampoo back. Please.]
If I find a seat for you, will you give me back my purchase?
jen, we will pretend that i am not late... and that hilda is not an absolute gremlin
[He's gotten himself into some serious trouble, that's for sure, because of course Hilda doesn't miss the way he tenses; she half expects him to pull away, really, but he remains precisely where he is... and Hilda wonders what stunned him more: the touch of a stranger, or the buzz of Chroma? Interesting either way.]
Oh—I'm still holding your shampoo? [she asks, sweetly and, you know. Dazedly. She is fully committed to this part she's playing, hence the way she follows up this ~realization~ with an oh-so light laugh.] I'm sorry! It's hard to think when I'm this lightheaded...
[And yet that doesn't stop her from giving his hand an experiment squeeze! So light it's barely a thing, true, but she still looks back up at him to offer him a small smile—and (hopefully) catch his reaction.]
But of course I'll give it back. I'm not a thief—and I'm very grateful for your help.
[Seph, she is sparkling. She is charm given human form... and she also did not say when, precisely, she'd give that shampoo back, but details, details.]
elia.....i cannot talk about ppl being late... gestures at this tag
[Both, really. Physical touch is not common (for him) back on his Planet, much less from complete and utter strangers. And Chroma is a level above and beyond that, something that he has accepted only out of necessity -- but not without a large amount of digging his proverbial heels into the ground.
So yes, he's tense at the touch. He'll likely remain so, as well, but like any SOLDIER worth their salt, Sephiroth is trained to be adaptive. That includes when he's being assailed by young women who refuse to give him back his shampoo.]
I'm sure you are.
[HE'S NOT FOOLED BY YOU AND YOUR WILES but he also doesn't have the capacity to be mean about it, either. She can lean on him all she wants, but she's going to have to stick close as he makes a turn and leads them over to the nearest bench just along the sidewalk.]
Sit.
[This is obviously a man who is more used to giving commands than requests.]
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this thread is already killing me, i can't believe hilda
The show of her “wooziness” is questionable at best. The fact that she grabs onto his hand, fingers curling around his own, is such an unfamiliar sensation to Sephiroth that he stands there, stock-still, the muscles in his arms going stiff. He cannot help it — this is far from how anyone would ever treat him on Gaia (casually, jokingly(?)), so foreign that there’s no immediate response. He stonewalls because that’s often easiest.
It helps detach himself from the sensation of Moonlacing, always inevitable, even through fabric.]
If running into someone in an alleyway is this of a traumatic experience for you, I wonder how you survive at all.
[Is he… gonna get his shampoo back. Please.]
If I find a seat for you, will you give me back my purchase?
jen, we will pretend that i am not late... and that hilda is not an absolute gremlin
Oh—I'm still holding your shampoo? [she asks, sweetly and, you know. Dazedly. She is fully committed to this part she's playing, hence the way she follows up this ~realization~ with an oh-so light laugh.] I'm sorry! It's hard to think when I'm this lightheaded...
[And yet that doesn't stop her from giving his hand an experiment squeeze! So light it's barely a thing, true, but she still looks back up at him to offer him a small smile—and (hopefully) catch his reaction.]
But of course I'll give it back. I'm not a thief—and I'm very grateful for your help.
[Seph, she is sparkling. She is charm given human form... and she also did not say when, precisely, she'd give that shampoo back, but details, details.]
elia.....i cannot talk about ppl being late... gestures at this tag
So yes, he's tense at the touch. He'll likely remain so, as well, but like any SOLDIER worth their salt, Sephiroth is trained to be adaptive. That includes when he's being assailed by young women who refuse to give him back his shampoo.]
I'm sure you are.
[HE'S NOT FOOLED BY YOU AND YOUR WILES but he also doesn't have the capacity to be mean about it, either. She can lean on him all she wants, but she's going to have to stick close as he makes a turn and leads them over to the nearest bench just along the sidewalk.]
Sit.
[This is obviously a man who is more used to giving commands than requests.]