Sephiroth: *sighs in frustration* I’m not killing somebody for their wallet. That is ridiculous petty crime. *stands tall, folding his arms for a moment as he ponders the situation. He spots an automated teller machine across the street and smirks deviously, teleporting a good chunk of the machine’s cash stock into his left hand. He glances down at the bills for a few moments, then stuffs them into his coat, walking into the fast food restaurant* *”At least I have enough money to pay for the other things I want now.”*
