Fait Attention // CLOSED
[It's a habit for him to wander and lounge whenever the desire strikes him- and this eve finds him laying on a bench in the training room doing nothing in particular. Only waiting for his Master this day.
There's a sigh dripping from his lips, hair splayed out like fire, live and writhing, over the cold metal of the bench- when the door hisses open he barely even pays any mind, simply lazes his eyes towards the newcomer and tips his head a bit-
Rapier recognizes this one, but finds he is likely to be unknown to them. And his state of dress doesn't exactly scream soldier. The silver strands catch Rapier's attention and he simply waits to be addressed- if Sephiroth pays him no mind then no mind will he be paid.]











