Pressing bare knees together, Sephiroth tried not to tug his skirt down against the increasingly cheeky breeze tugging at the hem of his borrowed sundress. At least the barely-there shoulder straps meant his arms didn't strain against any sleeves too small for him, but still, he rather missed his leather trousers.

Arm fearlessly hooked through his elbow, Aerith beamed up at him. "I know I said it before, but you look adorable," she informed him, and Sephiroth mentally deep-sixed his desire for the protective restriction of leather.