[Sephiroth hesitates. Not because he has any concerns about committing a crime or even potentially being caught, but because of the unfamiliarity of such a casual partnership. Literally the only thing they know about one another is that neither of them knows how to sail.
But, what? Is there some harm in it? He may need allies at some point, and this is an opportunity to assess one.
He doesn't voice his agreement, just follows the man and proceeds ahead of him down the dock, towards whichever ship seems best hidden from a casual glance.]
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But, what? Is there some harm in it? He may need allies at some point, and this is an opportunity to assess one.
He doesn't voice his agreement, just follows the man and proceeds ahead of him down the dock, towards whichever ship seems best hidden from a casual glance.]
...what's your name, anyway?