Sephiroth released a loud laugh at the thought of carrying an umbrella or wearing a hat. The mental picture seemed so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but grin and chuckle.
*”You must be kidding…”*
The shops had been ransacked, it was true. All the food was long since gone, as well as most of the bare essentials people would normally use from day to day. He found a plastic carry container and dragged it out into the open with him, nodding in approval at it.
*”We can use this.”* He told Seferia telepathically, showing her a picture of it. *”There will be other things too.”*