*Pokes his face. . .Tugs on his hair lightly*
He blinked at the sudden poke, starting ever so slightly in confusion. Certainly that was a call to his attention, but--
The hair tug. That was a little more difficult to ignore; and even more confusing. “Pardon me, miss, but--” Ah, Prompto’s friend. “Was there... something that you needed quite badly in some sort of a rush?” Sephiroth could hardly imagine any other reason for that kind of action.











