Inside Mom's Closet
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"Packaway tent, old swimming trophy, playstation original . . ." the silver-haired seven-year-old tilted his head with a frown, "Why is it covered in tape?"
"Hmm?" Genesis raised his head from examining a gown of what seemed to be crimson satin to look at the old gray system. The disc door didn't open when he hit the button, but popped open quite easily when he tugged with his fingers. "It seems to keep it shut."
"But . . . isn't this a bit excessive?" the boy gave a pointed look to how the tape covered the entire surface, even underneath, though it was slitted along the vents just like it had been around the CD-door.
"This is Lady we're talking about, Seph," the SOLDIER shook his head. "She's a strange one at times."
"Look, a wall scroll!"
"Who's on it?"
". . ."
"Let me see . . . . Kisaragi Yufi? Why in the worlds does she have a wall scroll of the Wutain brat?"
"Here's another one, oh, nice." Seph held up the scroll in display. "You and Sephiroth."
The Banoran's face twisted somewhat, "Well . . . at least I can't complain of favoritism."
The boy with the face of his 'rival' snickered.
