Sephiroth didn’t accept Seferia’s gestures this time around. He tensed his back muscles and glared back at her, motioning to the scuffed corner of his book.
“You got up and sent me flying. My book went out the window. It was nearly ruined. Next time you decide you want to fling me,” He grunted unhappily, “See how far you can propel me into the distance. Get a length of tape and measure it.”