Hal: *looks completely unimpressed* Ten gil, huh? The last of the big spenders I see. *rolls his eyes, the sarcasm in his voice very apparent. He chuckles and sits upright, then places his cutlery on his tray, packing up the remains of his mess* I’ll bet you a thousand. *smirks* DO whatever you want, I’m going to uprank to first class and become a top-rate sniper. I think it’s awesome to lie in wait on the tops of buildings and then blow the crap out of people when they’re minding their own business.
Sephiroth: *loudly snorts* You’re wrong, I’m fine… I just feel really…. *lowers his head, burying his face in his hands, groaning. After another few moments, he begins to shake, then he passes out, his body going limp, leaning dangerously off the edge of the table*