There was a soft yelp as he stumbled out of his chair, yanked forward by his wrists to practically fall into Sephiroth's arms. "I told you - that means I'll never stop fighting you. So just forget it!" he protested, pushing against his chest as hard as he could. Which wasn't particularly hard, considering he'd grown weaker being tied to a bed all day for God knew how long.
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Date: 2011-06-21 12:04 pm (UTC)