General Sephiroth nodded lightly, then leaned back to relax on Noemi’s bed. “I still feel somewhat dizzy, but much better now. And I am very hungry. Do you want to go down to the kitchen and order some actual real food for once?” He grinned. “Not rubbish prepared from freeze-dried rations. Just average proper fresh food.”
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Kalysto flicked his ears back and gently knocked on the door again. He knew somebody was home. Somebody was always home.