Dress uniforms weren't bad. A bit stuffy, a bit overdone- Thankfully, there was never much use for them, either.

Well, Sephiroth never found much use for his, at least. And he liked it that way; he was not made for the tedium of parades or events. No, he...

He wished for his dress uniform because he was stuck in a suit. It was a nice suit! Dark blue, it looked good with his complexion and was perfectly tailored, but nonetheless Sephiroth felt ridiculous. He also hoped to not shed at all-- The suit would hide nothing, especially not fine silver hair, though he'd bound it into a loose ponytail just in case.

But at least it wouldn't be for an endless event. At least, Sephiroth thought as he looked in the mirror, he hadn't needed a tuxedo- And at least he'd found decent cuff-links and a tolerable tie. Unlike so many of his peers, he'd had no one to borrow or inherit anything from.

It made Sephiroth wonder a bit, as he looked at his reflection for a moment longer. Everything he was wearing was new and only his.

What might he have inherited?

He thought he'd never truly know.