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[supersoldier]

[Sephiroth would agree — this really is the stupidest thing.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been adulated by an audience in this way, but the proclaimed war hero has always stood an arm's length from it. Never really engaging even with his apparent “fan club” back on Gaia, just aware of its existence, and as long as he continued doing his job, Shinra did not expect a man like Sephiroth to be outgoing. Social. To be swept up in a parade like this, with people laughing at his side, ears filled with music, fingers in his hair and the scent of flowers catching in his nose—

It’s alien. Like everything else on this strange and surreal planet.

A soldier’s march is easy. But this is not ordinary march through the streets, and occasionally he thinks he can still spot a head of spiky blond hair in the distance, indicating that Cloud has not escaped this fate either. He takes a small amount of consolation in that.

It’s only by the time the parade slows down at their destination does Sephiroth finally catch up to Cloud. At this point, the whole length of his hair has been put into a loose braid, still impossibly long despite that, with crystalline-like flowers entwined the whole way through. No longer accosted by hair-braiding natives, the first thing he does is tug his hair over his shoulder so he can work on undoing the whole thing.

Not even looking at Cloud while he works at it, but his tone is so, so dry.]

I don’t see how it’s fair that you didn’t get a free hairdressing either.

[PROBABLY BECAUSE YOUR HAIR IS LIKE 5 FEET LONG SEPHIROTH…]

[liveandforgive]

[ Beg pardon, sir. Cloud was going to need a moment. Or three. As Sephiroth finally catches up to him, the blond is left floored. It's only made easier to react without the man actively looking at him, more focused on undoing that rather intricate yet loose braid. It was a mental image he was never going to be able to get out of his head. Even if a day were to come wherein he returned home, if he ever remembered life here on this planet? And if the day ever came that the enemy in his memories somehow resurfaced... ]

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Snrk— [ HE QUICKLY COVERS THAT UP WITH A FORCED COUGH. But in his head? Ohhh no. His lip is very stiff right now, breathing out so his cheeks didn't just start puffing up like an idiot. This wasn't supposed to be funny. Watching the Amegaharan troupe perform so jovially as good vibes flowed through him (not sure about Sephiroth, but,); he's side by side with a man he considers his enemy.

... He did. ]

Not as much to work with. [ Okay, he's good. Even if his cheeks might be turning a subtle shade of red. But to Sephiroth's dry protest, ] They put some pin in my hair at least.