Sephiroth: *sighs* Doesn’t matter I guess… *once he finishes drying himself off, he wanders back to bed, lying back down on it, sighing in discomfort* I hate this… I really hate it… *groans and closes his eyes, frustrated*
Zach: *comes back down the stairs, humming happily. He carries some pieces of paper with him, intending to work on them in his room*