That actually helped a little, even if Mello was aware they weren't real caves. At least it looked more like there was a floor and actual substance, not just empty darkness.
He slapped away Sephiroth's hand, pushing himself to his feet on his own and then glaring up at him. Mello had no wounds here (though perhaps this was good to at least let his body get much-needed rest) and, despite the fact he hadn't had clothes in months, he seemed to have fashioned for himself at least a shirt and jeans, subconsciously. It made him feel at least a little less vulnerable.
"This is impossible," he muttered, somewhere between apprehensive and awed.
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Date: 2011-07-13 10:35 am (UTC)He slapped away Sephiroth's hand, pushing himself to his feet on his own and then glaring up at him. Mello had no wounds here (though perhaps this was good to at least let his body get much-needed rest) and, despite the fact he hadn't had clothes in months, he seemed to have fashioned for himself at least a shirt and jeans, subconsciously. It made him feel at least a little less vulnerable.
"This is impossible," he muttered, somewhere between apprehensive and awed.