(ง'̀-'́)ง!!!
The idea of "normalcy" was always a foreign one. Had to be, for any number of reasons, but increasingly over time the idea was a joke at best. Unrealistic. Undefinable. A word without meaning.
Seeing someone for the first time in a while was often likely to be a joyous event, wasn't it? Depending. Someone who you had no particular ill will toward, at least. Seeing that someone for the first time in a while with their fist raised and looking very much like they intended to use it immediately was another thing.
Survival instinct was reasonably good. Surprisingly, for the most part, but that didn't mean reflexes were up to par. Sephiroth's hand came up before the fist could make any decent effort to come toward him, stepping forward and then--
The rest was a jumble. Unclear. He didn't have the muscle strength he used to, but it was relatively easy to unbalance a structure of tall, lithe muscle that was already shifting, hauling back to hit, and the combined effort and likely momentary panic on both of their parts sent them both tumbling to the floor in a pile of tangled limbs and confusion.
Well. He supposed he'd more or less gotten used to... whatever passed for "normalcy" in his life. As much as one could when the definition was impossible to pin down.
