[action; open; main lobby, on his way to the training center]
[Picking up the latest newsletter was probably one of his biggest mistakes yet - not counting his involvement with Ultimecia years ago of course. Seifer's read through most of the articles and stares down at the bold title of 'War Criminal to Face Possible Retribution: Seifer Almasy Case'. So many thoughts race through his mind, so many emotions (
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Seifer, in spite of how pissed and displeased he is by all of this, can make out that Leonhart's just about as equally unhappy, mad. Not that that helps make anything better. Seifer waits a moment and then bit by bit lowers his gunblade while resisting the urge to smack Squall upside the head with it. He has a feeling Squall sold him out, took whatever information he and Garden (or Cid) had on him to the people behind the newsletter.
...and yet there's a part of Seifer that doesn't believe Squall would do something like throw him under the bus to a newspaper. Squall doesn't play dirty like that nor has he a reason to. He would have done something by now, and for the most part Squall had pretty much left Seifer alone to his own devices...]
Watch where you're goin' next time. Commander.
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Seifer.
[So many thoughts going through his head he's honestly distracted. Acting more on careless instinct than anything he looks towards the direction Seifer was heading then back at Seifer.]
Where are you going?
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[What the fuck do these people think he's been doing here all this time? Gathering intel to bring back to Ultimecia, yeah right. That's the last thing he's been doing. God it really infuriates him and he should be nonchalant about it and brush it off, dismiss their words.]
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SHUT UP!
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This has to be a new record. It is glorious, just as glorious as the bright pain that explodes along the left side of his cheek and jaw. Huh. Who know Squall could even land a hit as hard as that because shit, that fucking hurt. He had to have bitten the inside of his cheek because it's stinging fiercely.
Hyperion drops noisily to the ground and Seifer staggers a few steps. The left side of his face is throbbing pretty badly. So Leonhart can throw a punch like a real man and not a girl after all...
Head turned to the side the tall blond spits out blood--]
You want to play it like that?! Fine, let's play!
[No warning-- Seifer charges and throws all his weight into the other man in hopes of throwing him to the ground.]
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Play? Is that what this is?]
You think this is playing!?
[It is so definitely not. ...Lmfao sob only Seifer can make him like this idek.]
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--Then we'll call it the commander getting his PANTIES IN A TWIST!
[Watch out, Squall, because Seifer's going to throw a hard punch to return the favor. Right for your face.]
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YOU THINK I WANTED THIS!?
[He is, just throwing another punch right back, how convenient Seifer's right there so he doesn't have to worry too much about aiming. Yeah this is probs going to become a slugfest asel;fkjd and he has to see Cid after this oh LOL]
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Who cares about bruises! Who cares about split lips or even tender, broken cheekbones! Who cares for the blood that trickles from their noses! Obviously not them!]
YOU'RE KING OF THE WORLD, LEONHART. AND YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO A FUCKING THING TO WORK YOUR ASS OFF TO GET THERE!
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Something snapped at that. He would never complain, but he was sick of everyone telling him he had nothing to worry about simply because he was Commander. Things weren't that easy!]
...Jealous?
[If you were hoping on answering that Seifer, he's headbutting you. Injuries? Screw injuries. This is personal. s;aldkfj /cries in corner foreverohgod]
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His nose is probably broken or bruised or SOMETHING because the entire area of and around the bridge of his nose is pulsating and steadily growing numb and yet-- owthatfuckinghurtwhattheFUCK!
There seems to be a small crowd gathering, people whispering and watching on in shock. Seifer's hardly paying them any attention too focused on this fight to care; his next words are not loud, low between them, but to the pair of them they probably seem loud as they're growled out between his teeth:]
--jealous that you're banging a sorceress--?!
[Sorry but he's already been mindfucked by one, this one is all Squall's!
And with that Seifer is going to throw another punch with the hand he had pulled off of Squall's face earlier-- WILL IT CONNECT OR WILL THEY ROLL AROUND?!]
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Something about the way Seifer keeps throwing that in his face... What does it matter?! Rinoa is Rinoa! He's not even pulling anything anymore. He's bruised, bloody and he can already feel one side of his face swelling. But.]
I DON'T CARE!
[If someone doesn't stop him he's just going to keep punching Seifer until one or both of them goes unconscious. Yeeep.]
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He's quick to then throw a punch of his own for the commander's jaw, awaiting the sweet victory of feeling his knuckles crash into the hard bone there.]
YOU'RE JUST AS FUCKED UP AS THE REST OF US, LEONHART, YOU CAN'T EVEN DENY THAT FACT. I HAVE NOTHING TO BE JEALOUS ABOUT. EVERYONE-- THE ORPHANAGE-- FUCKED. UP.
[Here, have one more punch as Seifer's raging just as hard, as they're both letting out years and years of pent up anger and dislike for each other. ...as if giving each other identical scars wasn't enough.]
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[Mr. Champloo appears as if out of nowhere, inserting himself into the fray with all the skill of a Kitchen Fist master. His left hand opens to intercept Seifer's punch, while his right arm darts out to strike Squall's arm off-course as he gently but firmly shoves the Commander's shoulder with his own, aiming to force them man off.]
If your meals are rotten you should take it up with the kitchen, not curse your fellow diner for ordering the wrong dish!
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Sorry Champloo, but Squall's totally going to try and drag you back and throw you out of the way. This is between him and Seifer.]
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Seifer goes to irritably shake off Champloo's hand but it looks like he doesn't need to when Squall's already doing it for the both of them. With Squall momentarily distracted that's when Seifer goes to buck his body and try to roll them again, grabbing onto that fucking ridiculous furry collared jacket that Seifer can't stand for some leverage.]
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