[courtyard; open]
[With Hyperion rested up against the edge of the bench, Seifer's got his legs spread like a man seated all casual like and like he doesn't give an eff, a random weapon's magazine in hand. He's doing some random reading on gunblades, or at least what's changed in the past twenty years. He wants to know if they've become lighter, faster - not that his precious Hyperion's not fast and light enough as it is, but she could always do with an extra modification.
Too bad Seifer's not really paying much attention to what's on the pages because nope, this guy has got his eye set for anyone who might be deserving a detention.
And 'sides - and not that he really cares, because he doesn't (lololokyeahright) - hearing that Quistis is a runner up for this ridiculous Homecoming Queen business... why wasn't he mentioned as king?
Seifer is totally king material. Respected, admired, hated, feared - oh yeah - definitely top notch king material.
On a snort, the blond flips a page, peering up from his magazine.]
Too bad Seifer's not really paying much attention to what's on the pages because nope, this guy has got his eye set for anyone who might be deserving a detention.
And 'sides - and not that he really cares, because he doesn't (lololokyeahright) - hearing that Quistis is a runner up for this ridiculous Homecoming Queen business... why wasn't he mentioned as king?
Seifer is totally king material. Respected, admired, hated, feared - oh yeah - definitely top notch king material.
On a snort, the blond flips a page, peering up from his magazine.]