[ Although a book wouldn't go terribly with this pleasant sense of wholly unwarranted contentment, Anders is most assuredly not looking for any reading so dry. He'll pass.
But no amount of inner peace can stop him from indulging in the impulse to annoy. He's fairly certain Sephiroth is either unaware of him or simply uninterested in acknowledging his presence. Either way, he quietly directs the bobbing green wisp nearer to him, as Pounce crouches down in the grass, wiggling with intent before proceeding to - well - pounce, right at Sephiroth's feet. ]
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But no amount of inner peace can stop him from indulging in the impulse to annoy. He's fairly certain Sephiroth is either unaware of him or simply uninterested in acknowledging his presence. Either way, he quietly directs the bobbing green wisp nearer to him, as Pounce crouches down in the grass, wiggling with intent before proceeding to - well - pounce, right at Sephiroth's feet. ]