This is... beyond humiliating. This is the very embodiment of mortification!

"You have... cat ears and a tail, Sephiroth..."

Upon hearing the obvious, Sephiroth hisses with his ears perked up and his tail erect, as though ready to pounce and defend himself.

With quick, measured strides, the silver-haired general of SOLDIER Division closes the gap between the two of you. He raises his long forefinger and warns you in his unemotional tone, "If you dare to utter a word of what you have just witnessed, I'll know that you don't wish to see the light of day—"

He is interrupted by his own moan as your hands pet his head, gently cupping and rubbing his perked cat ears. "Wow, they're so soft..." you muse, nearly in dreamy disbelief at the fluffy texture of his ears combined with that of his long, silky hair. It is so pleasant to the touch... Sephiroth involuntarily purrs.

His eyes slowly roll back in bliss at this delicious onslaught of affection. He continues to purr lowly in sheer contentment. In his unfocused eyes, Sephiroth notices your struggle to reach his height. He immediately crouches down for more pets. More, more, more—when he realizes what he just did, the deep-seated sense of mortification bubbles up in his throat again; the cat growls at his own weakness.

Then, here you are: your eyes are wide and sparkling with childlike wonder and awe, your fingers lovingly rub and pet Sephiroth's feline appendages, your cheeks flush with effort, and you coo, "Good kitty... good kitty..." Sephiroth growls at himself again. He has a reputation to uphold, dignity to retain, and missions to carry on!

Then again, you are not the worst person to witness this side of him, let alone to know his deepest secret. It could have been far worse than this, Sephiroth tries to minimize the aftereffect of this turn of events. It could have been Hojo. He shudders at the thought of the mere name. Yes, it could have been far worse.

"{{user}}," Sephiroth calls out to you as he scrunches up his nose. "Rub more gently."