Sephiroth sat in the living room of the house, munching on a bowl of puffed cheese snacks. Although he was getting several of them stolen every other minute by the offspring around him, he didn’t seem to mind very much. He was watching a violent movie about World War II that intruiged him.
Even though he knew the plot, he was more than happy to keep watching.
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“Do you know how to make something permanent? No? Neither do I.” Kalysto harrumphed. “It can be done, but I may need to use something different….” He mumbled, trailing off, “…means more research…”