There were no arguments from Mello anymore, not right now. He didn't care what the words were, barely even listened. The tone was still gentle and that was the only thing that mattered, as well as the warmth seeping into his shoulder, gently mending the worst of the damage there, ruined flesh knitting back together with difficulty.
Mello whimpered, half-lidded eyes staring up at Sephiroth blankly.
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Date: 2011-06-27 09:17 am (UTC)Mello whimpered, half-lidded eyes staring up at Sephiroth blankly.