Sephiroth picked up his clothing, shaking it out to observe it. The belts still fit him fine, and he discovered that if he wore his pants very low, his tail could poke out over the top of the pants. It wasn’t entirely desirable or comfortable, but under the circumstances it was all he could do.
He poked at his coat, eventually deciding to fling it over his shoulders. He wouldn’t wear it right now.
“So this is going to stop me from being burned from the sun…?” He raised his brows lightly in disbelief. Seferia must have been mad.