[Once Yuuki tilts her head to look up at him, Sephiroth averts his gaze away, becoming for all the world more interested in the floorboard as she asks her next question.
Eyes trail along the grain of the wood as he remembers something vividly, yet the memory itself is almost painful. The otherwise wrinkle-less skin between his eyebrows creases together while whatever the thought was draws a frown, and then he finally looks back up -though admittedly doesn't have to look far- to face Yukki again.]
No it's- nothing. Only-
[Pause, a lingering awkward silence hangs before Sephiroth decides to ask anyway.]
Did you fly before? Where ever it is you came from.
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Eyes trail along the grain of the wood as he remembers something vividly, yet the memory itself is almost painful. The otherwise wrinkle-less skin between his eyebrows creases together while whatever the thought was draws a frown, and then he finally looks back up -though admittedly doesn't have to look far- to face Yukki again.]
No it's- nothing. Only-
[Pause, a lingering awkward silence hangs before Sephiroth decides to ask anyway.]
Did you fly before? Where ever it is you came from.