What if Sephiroth came across one of the baby chocobos from Rebirth that really wants him to follow it to a rest stop???
Ehehehehehhdhdhdh *melts into marshmallow puddle at the sheer thought of it* ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ
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At first, Sephiroth tries to brush the little fella off, trying his best to ignore the persistent chitters and squawks from the Chocobaby waddling behind him. He gave it one (1) crumb of his granola bar; it should be plenty satisfied, no? Plenty satiated? Or did just fall into the trap of naively thinking that an animal would stop after being relented to…?
Well, fine. Fair enough. He didn’t exactly “relent” as much as voluntarily offer a piece of his lunch upon catching sight of the Chocobaby, but… so what? That was just instinct, wasn’t it? Like he was simply supposed to ignore the little avian and its fluffy tuff of fluff upon its feathery head, to resist giving it a little ruffle? A little series of pats? A little piece of his lunch? He wasn’t a monster, for Gaia’s sake, but that still didn’t mean he had any intention of interacting with the Chocobaby any lo—
“Waaarrrrkkky!”
Sephiroth finally pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.
The Chocobaby continues to hop like a bouncy ball behind him.
“…You cannot come with me, little one.”
“Warrrkyyy-wark!”
“No, it is far too dangerous.”
“Warrrrk!”
“I slay monsters for a living.”
“Warrrrrrrky!”
“You’ll get yourself hurt.”
“Warrrrrrrk!”
“No.”
“Wark!”
“No.”
“Wark!”
“…”
“Wark! Wark! Wark! Wark!”
“…”
“Eh, what the heck?”
Sephiroth scoops up the dancing Chocobaby, letting the baby-blue shape nuzzle into his arms, finding shelter and solace in the warm nest of leather as he continues on through the meadow, eventually falling asleep in his embrace.
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“Sephiroth?” Genesis starts.
“Mmn?”
“Uhh… whatcha got there?”
“A milkshake.” He holds up the chocolate beverage he purchased on the way back to Midgar.
“I think he meant the tiny bird,” Angeal clarifies.
“Oh! Of course! How rude of me; this is Lapis.” Sephiroth cradles the Chocobaby, adjusting himself so his friends could see the precious shape in his arms. “He’s a Chocobaby.”
Angeal and Genesis exchange a look.
“I thought ShinRa doesn’t allow pets.”
“They do now,” Sephiroth says, and leaves no room for arguments as he started off towards his room, wheeling a gigantic wagon of birdfeed, blankets, and toys behind him.
