[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"](done for the monthly prompt ‘treat’ I’ll get his log up after I get dinner)

After all the time he had put into managing both the duties he now had as leader and working through his own head, one would say Sephiroth needed to take a break.  Thing was he didn’t see himself as one to take part in frivolous and pointless tasks, and put all of his time and effort into work.  It was his purpose that had been given to him when he first joined up to now being the head of the group, and was he wad going to see it out as his past purpose slowly came back to him.  And even slivers of that told him of his importance, so no matter he needed to fulfill that destiny.

Maybe somebody in the group wanted him to relax.  Maybe it was one of those spirits wandering about the world.  Or something else entirely.  Either way it seemed like somebody out there wanted him to relax.

The silver Pharaoh would step out of his private quarters and enter the main ruins to see a bag of…something on the ground before his paws.  It was a see through bag of several white, puffy looking shapes.  A faint smell drifted from the bag that was caught by his enhanced senses, something vaguely sweet and clearly edible.  Sephiroth would prod the packaging with a paw before he took a sharpened claw and opened the treat.  The word came to him after he plucked a squishy white shape from the bag with a claw and held it up to his face.  Marshmallows.  Somebody, something, whatever, had left behind a bag of jumbo marshmallows at his doorstep.

What did they want him to do with this?  He was a stone cold serious leader of a clan, not somebody who could waste away their days eating random snacks!  But….he had caught a whiff of sugary confections during his visits to other clans for parties and they had smelled rather nice.  Throughout his whole he hadn’t eaten more then what he needed, he never really spoiled himself.  Even in his fragmented memory he could only recall the long distant recollections of bland tastes of necessary rations and other similar foods meant to keep yourself and nothing else.

Sephiroth would extend his senses for a second to make sure he was alone and quickly looked back and forth throughout the ruins.  He was by himself, the others seemed to be out attending to their own duties.  Like he should be doing.  But he had worked so hard, and he probably earned a little bit of recreation.  The lion brought the puffy treat to his mouth and took it all into his jaws in one bite, chewing at the sugary treat carefully.  Hm.  Even he had to admit it tasted…rather nice.

The Pharaoh would slink off to a dark corner nearby, carefully making sure he made as little noise as possible as he carried the bag of marshmallows with him.  Settling down into a crouching position, Sephiroth would hook more marshmallows with his claws and gobble them up swiftly, feeling something akin to pleasure swell up in his chest.  He rarely felt it, or any emotion close to that especially when he was so focused on his destiny of power and leadership, but even he in all his silver glory had to admit when something felt nice to do.  Such as treating ones self with, well, treats.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth’s breath came as a choking sputter as he heard a voice behind him, his body twirling around as he caught sight of the calico.  His jaws were splattered with small patches of white sticky goo from his treats.  His ears flattened down in embarrassed surprise, his blue green eyes big and faintly glowing around his slit pupils.  He dare didn’t ask to keep it a secret; he had barely hid and he figured after his own discovery of Jiyu’s diet he was in no place to ask it from her.

The lion swallowed what was left in his mouth as he kept his eyes on his Vizier, hooking the bag of marshmallows with a claw as he pulled it foreword to attention.  ”..I found this outside my quarters.”  Sephiroth would try to alleviate his own embarrassment by applying the facts to the situation.  ”I don’t know who left them there.  They’re…good.”  Sephiroth would mumble his admission of perceived weakness, of actually enjoying something for once.  His eyes shifted down and to the side as he spoke.  Shame maybe?  He was a strange fellow perhaps, feeling ashamed of something that most would find completely acceptable.

Despite his own knowledge of Jiyu’s diet, the lion would nudge the marshmallow bag towards the calico without a word, a silent peace offering.  Not that he would admit it.

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[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth started to relax the tiniest bit as time went on, figuring there was no use in fighting back at this point.  His eyes moved over the wolfdog, his head lowering down as his shoulders hunched, looking at Ourias with a hard and bright gaze for a hot few seconds before looking back at Jiyu.  The Lord's silver framed head tilted to the side slightly as he looked unblinking at his second in command.  "Hm."  The male would be loathe to admit but that sounded intriguing.  "Interesting."  Sephiroth murmured as he picked more treats out of the bag, examining them in his claws.