Sephiroth: You’re thinking of brand names now. It’s all the same food one way or another. *there is a loud knock on the door and Sephy gets to his feet to answer, taking a tray with a large bowl of dry cereal on it, a small jug of milk, and two oranges, an apple, and a banana, shutting the door with his foot. He takes it back to the bed and sits down, setting the tray down on his lap* Want some? *smirks and pours the milk over the cereal before eating*
Seph: I’ve broken promises before, but not to you, mother. Besides, its not so bad if you’re not breaking a paticularly big promise.