[She’s at the top before him, and his perfectionist nature would label that a failure on his part, were it not for her clear use of unconventional magic and—
Well. The comedically-timed (sorry, Wanda) thump on the skull. Sephiroth arrives on the same landing just as she’s clutching the top of her head. The echoing noise still resonates throughout the stairwell, and though he looks immaculately unruffled for running up several flights of stairs in a short amount of time, there is a switch to his brow. The way his eyes try to hold back amusement at the absurdity of it.
(It reminds him of what a SOLDIER would do during downtime. Feats of strength, dexterity, or speed to fight back waves of boredom and idleness, sometimes manifesting—and ending—in unexpected ways.)]
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Well. The comedically-timed (sorry, Wanda) thump on the skull. Sephiroth arrives on the same landing just as she’s clutching the top of her head. The echoing noise still resonates throughout the stairwell, and though he looks immaculately unruffled for running up several flights of stairs in a short amount of time, there is a switch to his brow. The way his eyes try to hold back amusement at the absurdity of it.
(It reminds him of what a SOLDIER would do during downtime. Feats of strength, dexterity, or speed to fight back waves of boredom and idleness, sometimes manifesting—and ending—in unexpected ways.)]
Your magic doesn’t have brakes?