[To tell the truth, numb toes are a thing of winter that Sephiroth hasn't adjusted to well at all yet. Very minutely, he is shifting from one foot to the other. Thicker socks are definitely to be in order soon.
He's stirred from his glaring by the friendly voice. Turns his head slightly so that he's peering around a streak of silver on one side of his face. Sizing up, his gaze rests a second more on her ears(?) but not long enough to be considered impolite.]
Oh. [She must be the store hand, right? The -new- store hand, moreover.] It's a certain ointment for hair that I've always found here. It seems you're out of stock.
[He peers only for a second over the other products on the shelf, not really impressed at all.]
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He's stirred from his glaring by the friendly voice. Turns his head slightly so that he's peering around a streak of silver on one side of his face. Sizing up, his gaze rests a second more on her ears(?) but not long enough to be considered impolite.]
Oh. [She must be the store hand, right? The -new- store hand, moreover.] It's a certain ointment for hair that I've always found here. It seems you're out of stock.
[He peers only for a second over the other products on the shelf, not really impressed at all.]