Sephiroth scratched the side of his head. “I’m complex?” He said aloud, frowning. “Not really. My motivations are quite simple. Eat, sleep, survive.” He nodded to the bathtub. “My wants are also quite simple… I don’t need a bath like this and I had a bucket of water I was heating to clean myself off, but…” He shrugged lightly. “You insisted.”
The egg wobbled again before the tapping continued. Finally, a tiny flecked black and golden maw poked its way through the shell.
“Rrrrrr-itttt!” It said loudly, resting its snout in the open hole. The tiny nostrils sucked air in and out rapidly as the infant panted. Hatching was a lot of work, after all.