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"Angeal, Sephiroth brought a fruit basket!" are the first delighted words out of Genesis's mouth as he turns to yell back into his apartment, and already Sephiroth is regretting the choice he has made to day.
Such a thought is an exaggeration, of course. It's just... Sephiroth resists the urge to hold the fruit basket closer to himself, understanding that it will logically provide no comfort. "I had been informed it was the proper thing that you do, upon visiting someone's dwelling for the first time," he says, not sure how long he should be standing out there in the hallway. Lazard had always told him to avoid being in public too long, and too carelessly... "May I come in, or shall I leave if your schedule is too filled with laughing at me?"
At least that draws Genesis's attention back to him, those periwinkle bright eyes shimmering in mischievous amusement. Sephiroth feels he never truly understood the meaning of the word until he met the redhead. "Well, we would not wish to keep you waiting, now, would we?" he says, opening the door wide with a flourish that is truly unnecessary. "Come now, there's hardly any need for formalities!"
"And yet your manner of speech has all the formality in the world," Sephiroth comments dryly, but all that does is earn him another delighted laugh.
At least Genesis is in a good mood, he reflects as he finally steps in from the large and brightly shining hallway. He supposes it would be hard for him not to be. The entire month, he'd been crowing and preening about how he and Angeal had finally moved into a pair of new apartments befitting their status as First Class. It'd taken some time for their pay to go through into their accounts, and then a little longer to do proper apartment hunting, but... Well, Here they are.
It's the first time Sephiroth has ever gotten to visit someone's apartment.
It's the first time that anyone has ever wanted him at their apartment, broached the invisible line that seems to exist between him and other people.
For all his teasing, Genesis takes the fruit basket from him with much gusto, and Sephiroth begins to shed his coat. This, at least, doesn't earn any teasing. Good to see that some of his research on how to visit people was fruitful in some manner. It's as he's leaning down to undo his boots next that he peers up from beneath the long strands of his hair to take a look at the apartment.
Frankly, he wasn't expecting it to be as... green as it is. Behind everything, he can see swathes of pale tans and deep browns making up the apartment walls and its highlights, such as the window sills and door frames. That only seems to make the various bits of vegetation that reside in the apartment belong all the more, at least in appearance. It doesn't pass him by that pieces of machinery have been tucked away as much as to the side as can be possible, with different cables hidden by the twining vines of some plants, and bulky boxes of machinery hidden by patterned cloth.
Surely, those must be connected to how plants of all things can survive in a Midgar apartment... Both literally and figuratively.
"Angeal, is this your apartment?" he says, raising his voice a bit so that the other man can hear him. Judging by the sounds of sizzling and the warm smells in the air.... Of course, Angeal is in the kitchen. At least that much is also according to his studies. "I thought Genesis hated all the plants you'd brought..."
"They bring too many bugs," Genesis huffs from where he's playing the fruit basket down on a coffee table, there in the middle of the living room from which the front door immediately leads to.
Laughter echoes off the kitchen walls, against whatever appliances lay within there. "Genesis, we live in Midgar. You'd have to deal with bugs wherever you went here, it just depends on if you get ladybugs or flies. I'd rather cultivate somewhere for the ladybugs, personally."
Sephiroth would not say he's an expert on poetry, despite how many times Genesis stuffs Loveless down his throat; that is clearly the redhead's forte. And yet... "I rather like the sound of that," he murmurs, setting his boots neat and out of the way by the door. Perhaps after spending so much time with Genesis - all their lives in act, from what Sephiroth has heard, and which perhaps he yearns for too - Angeal has become something of a poet himself. Sephiroth has certainly overheard his occasional pep talks to other SOLDIERs before.
"Sephiroth, truly, don't encourage his terrible habits."
"You're just upset because other people appreciate all my hard work," Angeal says as he finally steps out from the kitchen. One hand rests on his hip, but the other holds up a large plate of beignets - a food Sephiroth has only gotten to learn about thanks to the two of them. "Anyway, how long do you plan on bugging him, Gen?"
There are rulers and measuring devices which aspire to the level of flat which lays within Genesis's stare. "It is called entertaining a guest, Angeal."
Accepting the plate that Angeal hands him, Sephiroth chuckles. "If it is any consolation, I believe I am now more than thoroughly entertained." While Genesis shakes his head in despair at the two of them being ridiculous and very annoying, no doubt, Sephiroth looks over to Angeal. "Is there anything I can help with...?"
As expected, he's waved away dismissively. "You're the guest here, so don't worry about it. Let me just drag Genesis away to force him to do some actual work in the kitchen for proper guest care, and we'll join you in a second. Free to look around." And there's a smile on his face, as he says it. Angeal has a rather severe countenance, apparently taken from his mother, but when he smiles.... There's nothing better. "I mean, both of us do kind of want to show off, after all."
The thing is, of course, that Sephiroth isn't entirely sure what that... entails. Not properly, anyway. Still, he says nothing about it to either Genesis or Angeal as the two of them return to the kitchen, Genesis grumping about it the entire time.
Thus that leaves him.
Alone.
Just standing in the middle of the living room.
Sephiroth decides to go with the easiest idea of what to do, and so he picks up a beignet to nibble on. His research had insisted on trying a little bit of everything that the host put out, and, well, he knows that Angeal does so love to feed people. This much is easy enough to do, and it buys him some time, as well, just to think. He had hoped, perhaps a bit, that one of them would stay out with him, and occupy his time with some conversation. What else can he do, then?
Look around, Angeal had said. Well. He supposes he can do that much, although he wonders if just looking is enough for this sort of visit.
Maybe it isn't enough, for the average person who knows how to properly socialize with others. Yet, regardless, Sephiroth feels some of his curiosity coiling up his spine and resting against his brain as he begins to slowly roam about the living room. Genesis is the one who's known as quite the little genius when it comes to mechanical things, and, quite frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if Angeal had helped him set up more than a few of the things in the apartment.
But despite what Angeal would very much like other people to believe - that he's just a hardworking Banoran hick that everyone else should ignore in favor of the more flashy SOLDIERs - he's actually quite intelligent as well.
And Sephiroth would very much like to know how he and Genesis put together these machines, just what exactly they do, and if he can guess at who had a hand in what.
It helps that... Until he had joined SOLDIER under Lazard's direct care and supervision, he'd never gotten to see plant life before. Before he'd meet Angeal and Genesis, he'd never known just how beautiful they could be. And Angeal, just like Genesis has always boasted, truly has a green thumb.
Sephiroth can see it in the vines that serenely stretch out towards the ceiling, evoking the memories of greenery determinedly climbing up sheer cliff faces up towards the sun. It's clear as day in the row of little lavender-like plants that rest by the window, blocking out the suffocating smell of Midgar smog. Wherever he looks, only verdant life is there.
Are there other places like this in Midgar? It seems doubtful, but... Even so, Sephiroth wonders. He wishes he could see them, and have Angeal and Genesis see them, too.
After a while, a good few minutes or so, and Sephiroth has to admit that he's not made much effort towards his interest in the various machines about. The plants have proven to be too much of a distraction, along with his own drifting thoughts. And they smell so very lovely as well, he thinks, leaning over some brilliantly blooming red roses -
Something strange, very small, and of multitudes suddenly gathers in his nose, and Sephiroth pulls back.
Distantly, because his senses never stop being aware of everything around him, he can hear Angeal and Genesis's footsteps. That doesn't matter as much as maybe it should have. All he can do is rear back, trying to take in strange hiccuping breaths through his nose, and... and...
"Did I really catch baby's first sneeze?" Angeal asks him but a few minutes later, delighted as he inspects the photograph that's still slowly coming into definition inbetween his fingers. "Oh, that's beautiful." Laughing softly, he leans over and presses a small kiss right there against Sephiroth's cheek. A display of affection between friends in Banora, he's fairly sure.
Genesis sighs, leaning back in his own comfortable seat. "I apologize, he's terribly like this, and he'll make it the utmost pain if you try to steal it back from him," he says, with a tone of experience. A brief moment passes where he and Angeal seem to exchange A Look of some sort as Angeal pulls away from Sephiroth, but he hasn't the slightest idea what it could be about. The problem with Angeal and Genesis is that, sometimes, they seem to almost be entirely of one mind.
And then they do things like Angeal does, which is that he leans back and casts a look that is far too amused in Genesis's unfortunate direction and say, "Oh, I believe someone is still upset that I took a picture of the time Bahamut kicked your ass."
The discussion is put on hold for a brief moment of feet kicking from around the coffee table.
"We shall ignore him for the time being," Genesis says, after he and Angeal have very potentially almost broken each other's knee caps. A little bit of light is hopping into his eyes again, similar to the way he hops up onto his feet. "I thought long and carefully on what we should watch tonight, for this little get together, and I insist that you tell me all your thoughts on it afterwards, Sephiroth."
"Is it a version of Loveless again?" Sephiroth asks, with a slight curve of his lips. It doesn't feel like he can smile with anyone else, but the two of them, sometimes. And Lazard, of course.
Genesis stares down at him. He narrows his eyes slowly, in a manner reminiscent of a cat. "Just for that," he says slowly, each word like a bullet loaded into the chamber of a gun, "we are most certainly going to be watching Loveless, again, tonight. And the film I originally had in mind."
"You really only have yourself to blame," Angeal chuckles as Genesis goes to set up the television, and Sephiroth supposes he can't argue with him there, so he doesn't.
Instead, he just chuckles along with Angeal, watching as the other First inspects the photograph in hand. Just what's so interesting about it, he wonders? "I suppose, and yet he always gets so excited about it. I like hearing that passion." It's something that's still foreign to himself... So how could he not adore it? "Do you want to go put your camera away, before the film starts?"
"I got it out for a reason, you know." Delicately, Angeal places the photograph away from the overly stocked coffee table - filled with all sorts of pots and plates and bits of warm bread. A dining table would have been more appropriate, and yet both of them had insisted. "I'll keep it out for a little bit longer. All I have to do is be careful in how I handle it."
Sephiroth has questions on just why Angeal feels he needs to keep a camera out, what exactly he expects to capture in his little apartment. Surely there must be better things to photograph, yes? And if he wants to get a group picture, he could still keep the camera out of the way until the appropriate time.
There's no time to talk on it for very long, however, or even start the discussion up. Genesis is soon nestling himself between the two of them immediately, the lights dimmed, and Sephiroth falls silent.
As he and Angeal had perfectly expected, for all their teasing, a Loveless production puts Genesis in a fine mood immediately, and he's full of words and information on the matter. Before, Sephiroth had never known very much about plays or how they functioned, not even speaking of Loveless, but now he thinks he could almost be an expert on the matter with how much he's listened to Genesis. Certainly he's on the way to memorizing every bit of it.
And yet still Genesis has so much more to say, happily leaning against him as he explains it's one of the few productions focusing on the first act, the ways it deviates, the connection and influence from other renditions.
He may speak calmly, but he rarely seems so delighted, in Sephiroth's opinion.
The entire time, as they watch, and eat, and relax in a way that Sephiroth can't say he's ever had the pleasure of before, Angeal sits to the side. He does the same things as all of them, of course, especially when it comes to teasing answers out of Genesis on incredibly niche information about Loveless. And yet, more than that... It seems like whenever Sephiroth isn't looking, when he's preoccupied with something else, that's when he hears the click of the camera's shutter. By Angeal's side, the single photograph multiplies, becoming a small pile.
Exactly as threatened, they really do watch two films throughout the night, and it is rather late by the time that is accomplished. Late, with the coffee table completely clear of food, only empty dishes and pots which leave behind crumbs and tiny bits of gumbo that couldn't be scooped up properly.
Genesis shoos him away when he goes to pick up plates. "Please! We are the hosts here, so I absolutely insist that we take care of it." He raises an eyebrow at Angeal. "Even if I suppose someone will say that since he cooked, he should be exempt from such things, and it should lay on my shoulders, even though I absolutely helped with the culinary process..."
If he wanted to earn a chuckle from Angeal, he certainly has. "Yes, yes, you were a wonderful sous chef, don't worry, I'm helping too." Finally, he puts the camera down besides himself, getting up with a wide stretch of his arms over his head. "But he was right, Sephiroth. Just sit back and relax. Or have a nap, I suppose."
Sephiroth doesn't think he's ever had a nap in his life. Regardless, he nods to him. "Then... May I look at the pictures you took?" Some of them had to be of him, he knows that much... He just can't understand what compelled Angeal to take them.
In true Angeal fashion, he shrugs. "If you like. Most of them should have developed now. Lets see..."
It takes but a moment for Angeal to go through the various photographs, and, in that time, of course Genesis sits right down besides Sephiroth so that he can get a good look as well. The first sound out of his mouth is a disbelieving scoff. "Ugh! I cannot believe you, Angeal Joseph Hewley! These are terrible."
Maybe they are. This is far from the first time that Sephiroth has been photographed, after all. ShinRa so does adore to use him in its campaigns, in its PR. The incredible and brave First Class SOLDIER, who anyone can become like if they train hard in ShinRa's program... Yes, he knows those things very well. He's gotten glimpses of the products that ShinRa has made using his name, his likeness.
Cold, and distant. A statue presented with no thoughts or feelings, merely a tool that shines so prettily in the light ShinRa shines upon it.
In Angeal's picture, he's caught in mid-jerk, nose scrunched up so much that it feels stuck there - is stuck there, in the photograph, which will never move nor change. His lip is curled upwards, the prelude to a sneeze. He looks ridiculous.
Sephiroth smiles.
"Missus Hewley should never have let you have that camera," Genesis is saying, shaking his head in dismay. Sephiroth is fairly certain he doesn't catch the faint drawl and tug of his accent, returning back in that missus. "Sephiroth, I'm sorry. Oh - that one is even worse." He's referring to the next picture that Sephiroth has shuffled to. This one, his cheeks are stuffed and bulging with... some sort of cheesy bread Angela had provided, topped with prawns. In the picture, he's a split second from almost choking on it, one hand almost raised, while Genesis looks particularly smug in the background.
They're all like that. Every single one, catching Sephiroth in silly positions, expressions that would be missed as mid-transitions from one expression to another. And, maybe it is just because it is him viewing these photos, he who knew every warm emotion that flowed through him in each moment, but...
The happiness shines bright.
It's just that he does have to admit he looks ridiculous in more of them than not - nothing like the carefully arranged and mindnumbing PR photos that he's had to be present for in the past. A little smile is on his lips as he looks up towards Angeal. "Truly, you captured my best side," he teases, even as he absolutely means it.
Angeal leans in close, winking while he taps right underneath his eye knowingly. "It's a photographer's talent, you know."
Off to the side, Genesis sighs and shakes his head, all very dramatic gestures as if he hasn't let Angeal get away with the very same. After all, that Angeal is able to even so much as tease him about the fact that he still has that unflattering picture of Genesis... means that, in a very similar way to Sephiroth, he can't help but be fond of what the picture represents to him as well.
It takes a little bit, but, soon, Genesis manages to finally herd Angeal off into the kitchen, and Sephiroth dares to curl up on the couch, as though he can still take in the heat that the redhead left behind. Even without commentary from another pair of voices, he still marvels as he glances through the pictures.
Like this, naturally, comfortably, taken without direction or without his input...
Sephiroth thinks he might very well look like a person.
Such a thought is an exaggeration, of course. It's just... Sephiroth resists the urge to hold the fruit basket closer to himself, understanding that it will logically provide no comfort. "I had been informed it was the proper thing that you do, upon visiting someone's dwelling for the first time," he says, not sure how long he should be standing out there in the hallway. Lazard had always told him to avoid being in public too long, and too carelessly... "May I come in, or shall I leave if your schedule is too filled with laughing at me?"
At least that draws Genesis's attention back to him, those periwinkle bright eyes shimmering in mischievous amusement. Sephiroth feels he never truly understood the meaning of the word until he met the redhead. "Well, we would not wish to keep you waiting, now, would we?" he says, opening the door wide with a flourish that is truly unnecessary. "Come now, there's hardly any need for formalities!"
"And yet your manner of speech has all the formality in the world," Sephiroth comments dryly, but all that does is earn him another delighted laugh.
At least Genesis is in a good mood, he reflects as he finally steps in from the large and brightly shining hallway. He supposes it would be hard for him not to be. The entire month, he'd been crowing and preening about how he and Angeal had finally moved into a pair of new apartments befitting their status as First Class. It'd taken some time for their pay to go through into their accounts, and then a little longer to do proper apartment hunting, but... Well, Here they are.
It's the first time Sephiroth has ever gotten to visit someone's apartment.
It's the first time that anyone has ever wanted him at their apartment, broached the invisible line that seems to exist between him and other people.
For all his teasing, Genesis takes the fruit basket from him with much gusto, and Sephiroth begins to shed his coat. This, at least, doesn't earn any teasing. Good to see that some of his research on how to visit people was fruitful in some manner. It's as he's leaning down to undo his boots next that he peers up from beneath the long strands of his hair to take a look at the apartment.
Frankly, he wasn't expecting it to be as... green as it is. Behind everything, he can see swathes of pale tans and deep browns making up the apartment walls and its highlights, such as the window sills and door frames. That only seems to make the various bits of vegetation that reside in the apartment belong all the more, at least in appearance. It doesn't pass him by that pieces of machinery have been tucked away as much as to the side as can be possible, with different cables hidden by the twining vines of some plants, and bulky boxes of machinery hidden by patterned cloth.
Surely, those must be connected to how plants of all things can survive in a Midgar apartment... Both literally and figuratively.
"Angeal, is this your apartment?" he says, raising his voice a bit so that the other man can hear him. Judging by the sounds of sizzling and the warm smells in the air.... Of course, Angeal is in the kitchen. At least that much is also according to his studies. "I thought Genesis hated all the plants you'd brought..."
"They bring too many bugs," Genesis huffs from where he's playing the fruit basket down on a coffee table, there in the middle of the living room from which the front door immediately leads to.
Laughter echoes off the kitchen walls, against whatever appliances lay within there. "Genesis, we live in Midgar. You'd have to deal with bugs wherever you went here, it just depends on if you get ladybugs or flies. I'd rather cultivate somewhere for the ladybugs, personally."
Sephiroth would not say he's an expert on poetry, despite how many times Genesis stuffs Loveless down his throat; that is clearly the redhead's forte. And yet... "I rather like the sound of that," he murmurs, setting his boots neat and out of the way by the door. Perhaps after spending so much time with Genesis - all their lives in act, from what Sephiroth has heard, and which perhaps he yearns for too - Angeal has become something of a poet himself. Sephiroth has certainly overheard his occasional pep talks to other SOLDIERs before.
"Sephiroth, truly, don't encourage his terrible habits."
"You're just upset because other people appreciate all my hard work," Angeal says as he finally steps out from the kitchen. One hand rests on his hip, but the other holds up a large plate of beignets - a food Sephiroth has only gotten to learn about thanks to the two of them. "Anyway, how long do you plan on bugging him, Gen?"
There are rulers and measuring devices which aspire to the level of flat which lays within Genesis's stare. "It is called entertaining a guest, Angeal."
Accepting the plate that Angeal hands him, Sephiroth chuckles. "If it is any consolation, I believe I am now more than thoroughly entertained." While Genesis shakes his head in despair at the two of them being ridiculous and very annoying, no doubt, Sephiroth looks over to Angeal. "Is there anything I can help with...?"
As expected, he's waved away dismissively. "You're the guest here, so don't worry about it. Let me just drag Genesis away to force him to do some actual work in the kitchen for proper guest care, and we'll join you in a second. Free to look around." And there's a smile on his face, as he says it. Angeal has a rather severe countenance, apparently taken from his mother, but when he smiles.... There's nothing better. "I mean, both of us do kind of want to show off, after all."
The thing is, of course, that Sephiroth isn't entirely sure what that... entails. Not properly, anyway. Still, he says nothing about it to either Genesis or Angeal as the two of them return to the kitchen, Genesis grumping about it the entire time.
Thus that leaves him.
Alone.
Just standing in the middle of the living room.
Sephiroth decides to go with the easiest idea of what to do, and so he picks up a beignet to nibble on. His research had insisted on trying a little bit of everything that the host put out, and, well, he knows that Angeal does so love to feed people. This much is easy enough to do, and it buys him some time, as well, just to think. He had hoped, perhaps a bit, that one of them would stay out with him, and occupy his time with some conversation. What else can he do, then?
Look around, Angeal had said. Well. He supposes he can do that much, although he wonders if just looking is enough for this sort of visit.
Maybe it isn't enough, for the average person who knows how to properly socialize with others. Yet, regardless, Sephiroth feels some of his curiosity coiling up his spine and resting against his brain as he begins to slowly roam about the living room. Genesis is the one who's known as quite the little genius when it comes to mechanical things, and, quite frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if Angeal had helped him set up more than a few of the things in the apartment.
But despite what Angeal would very much like other people to believe - that he's just a hardworking Banoran hick that everyone else should ignore in favor of the more flashy SOLDIERs - he's actually quite intelligent as well.
And Sephiroth would very much like to know how he and Genesis put together these machines, just what exactly they do, and if he can guess at who had a hand in what.
It helps that... Until he had joined SOLDIER under Lazard's direct care and supervision, he'd never gotten to see plant life before. Before he'd meet Angeal and Genesis, he'd never known just how beautiful they could be. And Angeal, just like Genesis has always boasted, truly has a green thumb.
Sephiroth can see it in the vines that serenely stretch out towards the ceiling, evoking the memories of greenery determinedly climbing up sheer cliff faces up towards the sun. It's clear as day in the row of little lavender-like plants that rest by the window, blocking out the suffocating smell of Midgar smog. Wherever he looks, only verdant life is there.
Are there other places like this in Midgar? It seems doubtful, but... Even so, Sephiroth wonders. He wishes he could see them, and have Angeal and Genesis see them, too.
After a while, a good few minutes or so, and Sephiroth has to admit that he's not made much effort towards his interest in the various machines about. The plants have proven to be too much of a distraction, along with his own drifting thoughts. And they smell so very lovely as well, he thinks, leaning over some brilliantly blooming red roses -
Something strange, very small, and of multitudes suddenly gathers in his nose, and Sephiroth pulls back.
Distantly, because his senses never stop being aware of everything around him, he can hear Angeal and Genesis's footsteps. That doesn't matter as much as maybe it should have. All he can do is rear back, trying to take in strange hiccuping breaths through his nose, and... and...
"Did I really catch baby's first sneeze?" Angeal asks him but a few minutes later, delighted as he inspects the photograph that's still slowly coming into definition inbetween his fingers. "Oh, that's beautiful." Laughing softly, he leans over and presses a small kiss right there against Sephiroth's cheek. A display of affection between friends in Banora, he's fairly sure.
Genesis sighs, leaning back in his own comfortable seat. "I apologize, he's terribly like this, and he'll make it the utmost pain if you try to steal it back from him," he says, with a tone of experience. A brief moment passes where he and Angeal seem to exchange A Look of some sort as Angeal pulls away from Sephiroth, but he hasn't the slightest idea what it could be about. The problem with Angeal and Genesis is that, sometimes, they seem to almost be entirely of one mind.
And then they do things like Angeal does, which is that he leans back and casts a look that is far too amused in Genesis's unfortunate direction and say, "Oh, I believe someone is still upset that I took a picture of the time Bahamut kicked your ass."
The discussion is put on hold for a brief moment of feet kicking from around the coffee table.
"We shall ignore him for the time being," Genesis says, after he and Angeal have very potentially almost broken each other's knee caps. A little bit of light is hopping into his eyes again, similar to the way he hops up onto his feet. "I thought long and carefully on what we should watch tonight, for this little get together, and I insist that you tell me all your thoughts on it afterwards, Sephiroth."
"Is it a version of Loveless again?" Sephiroth asks, with a slight curve of his lips. It doesn't feel like he can smile with anyone else, but the two of them, sometimes. And Lazard, of course.
Genesis stares down at him. He narrows his eyes slowly, in a manner reminiscent of a cat. "Just for that," he says slowly, each word like a bullet loaded into the chamber of a gun, "we are most certainly going to be watching Loveless, again, tonight. And the film I originally had in mind."
"You really only have yourself to blame," Angeal chuckles as Genesis goes to set up the television, and Sephiroth supposes he can't argue with him there, so he doesn't.
Instead, he just chuckles along with Angeal, watching as the other First inspects the photograph in hand. Just what's so interesting about it, he wonders? "I suppose, and yet he always gets so excited about it. I like hearing that passion." It's something that's still foreign to himself... So how could he not adore it? "Do you want to go put your camera away, before the film starts?"
"I got it out for a reason, you know." Delicately, Angeal places the photograph away from the overly stocked coffee table - filled with all sorts of pots and plates and bits of warm bread. A dining table would have been more appropriate, and yet both of them had insisted. "I'll keep it out for a little bit longer. All I have to do is be careful in how I handle it."
Sephiroth has questions on just why Angeal feels he needs to keep a camera out, what exactly he expects to capture in his little apartment. Surely there must be better things to photograph, yes? And if he wants to get a group picture, he could still keep the camera out of the way until the appropriate time.
There's no time to talk on it for very long, however, or even start the discussion up. Genesis is soon nestling himself between the two of them immediately, the lights dimmed, and Sephiroth falls silent.
As he and Angeal had perfectly expected, for all their teasing, a Loveless production puts Genesis in a fine mood immediately, and he's full of words and information on the matter. Before, Sephiroth had never known very much about plays or how they functioned, not even speaking of Loveless, but now he thinks he could almost be an expert on the matter with how much he's listened to Genesis. Certainly he's on the way to memorizing every bit of it.
And yet still Genesis has so much more to say, happily leaning against him as he explains it's one of the few productions focusing on the first act, the ways it deviates, the connection and influence from other renditions.
He may speak calmly, but he rarely seems so delighted, in Sephiroth's opinion.
The entire time, as they watch, and eat, and relax in a way that Sephiroth can't say he's ever had the pleasure of before, Angeal sits to the side. He does the same things as all of them, of course, especially when it comes to teasing answers out of Genesis on incredibly niche information about Loveless. And yet, more than that... It seems like whenever Sephiroth isn't looking, when he's preoccupied with something else, that's when he hears the click of the camera's shutter. By Angeal's side, the single photograph multiplies, becoming a small pile.
Exactly as threatened, they really do watch two films throughout the night, and it is rather late by the time that is accomplished. Late, with the coffee table completely clear of food, only empty dishes and pots which leave behind crumbs and tiny bits of gumbo that couldn't be scooped up properly.
Genesis shoos him away when he goes to pick up plates. "Please! We are the hosts here, so I absolutely insist that we take care of it." He raises an eyebrow at Angeal. "Even if I suppose someone will say that since he cooked, he should be exempt from such things, and it should lay on my shoulders, even though I absolutely helped with the culinary process..."
If he wanted to earn a chuckle from Angeal, he certainly has. "Yes, yes, you were a wonderful sous chef, don't worry, I'm helping too." Finally, he puts the camera down besides himself, getting up with a wide stretch of his arms over his head. "But he was right, Sephiroth. Just sit back and relax. Or have a nap, I suppose."
Sephiroth doesn't think he's ever had a nap in his life. Regardless, he nods to him. "Then... May I look at the pictures you took?" Some of them had to be of him, he knows that much... He just can't understand what compelled Angeal to take them.
In true Angeal fashion, he shrugs. "If you like. Most of them should have developed now. Lets see..."
It takes but a moment for Angeal to go through the various photographs, and, in that time, of course Genesis sits right down besides Sephiroth so that he can get a good look as well. The first sound out of his mouth is a disbelieving scoff. "Ugh! I cannot believe you, Angeal Joseph Hewley! These are terrible."
Maybe they are. This is far from the first time that Sephiroth has been photographed, after all. ShinRa so does adore to use him in its campaigns, in its PR. The incredible and brave First Class SOLDIER, who anyone can become like if they train hard in ShinRa's program... Yes, he knows those things very well. He's gotten glimpses of the products that ShinRa has made using his name, his likeness.
Cold, and distant. A statue presented with no thoughts or feelings, merely a tool that shines so prettily in the light ShinRa shines upon it.
In Angeal's picture, he's caught in mid-jerk, nose scrunched up so much that it feels stuck there - is stuck there, in the photograph, which will never move nor change. His lip is curled upwards, the prelude to a sneeze. He looks ridiculous.
Sephiroth smiles.
"Missus Hewley should never have let you have that camera," Genesis is saying, shaking his head in dismay. Sephiroth is fairly certain he doesn't catch the faint drawl and tug of his accent, returning back in that missus. "Sephiroth, I'm sorry. Oh - that one is even worse." He's referring to the next picture that Sephiroth has shuffled to. This one, his cheeks are stuffed and bulging with... some sort of cheesy bread Angela had provided, topped with prawns. In the picture, he's a split second from almost choking on it, one hand almost raised, while Genesis looks particularly smug in the background.
They're all like that. Every single one, catching Sephiroth in silly positions, expressions that would be missed as mid-transitions from one expression to another. And, maybe it is just because it is him viewing these photos, he who knew every warm emotion that flowed through him in each moment, but...
The happiness shines bright.
It's just that he does have to admit he looks ridiculous in more of them than not - nothing like the carefully arranged and mindnumbing PR photos that he's had to be present for in the past. A little smile is on his lips as he looks up towards Angeal. "Truly, you captured my best side," he teases, even as he absolutely means it.
Angeal leans in close, winking while he taps right underneath his eye knowingly. "It's a photographer's talent, you know."
Off to the side, Genesis sighs and shakes his head, all very dramatic gestures as if he hasn't let Angeal get away with the very same. After all, that Angeal is able to even so much as tease him about the fact that he still has that unflattering picture of Genesis... means that, in a very similar way to Sephiroth, he can't help but be fond of what the picture represents to him as well.
It takes a little bit, but, soon, Genesis manages to finally herd Angeal off into the kitchen, and Sephiroth dares to curl up on the couch, as though he can still take in the heat that the redhead left behind. Even without commentary from another pair of voices, he still marvels as he glances through the pictures.
Like this, naturally, comfortably, taken without direction or without his input...
Sephiroth thinks he might very well look like a person.