Seifer was pissed, and he didn't exactly know why. Perhaps it was because Laguna Loire had disappeared, on him, and then reappeared again without any memory.
Making friends was not easy; it's even more difficult when said friend had amnesia and you'd have to start all over again. Seifer's had enough, but he couldn't let that moronic 'President' die at the docks, could he?
Actually, he could.
So he picked Hyperion up, heading for the docks for what seemed like a hundredth time that month. And there Laguna was, all pale and sickly.
Honestly, the least Seifer could have done was tell him where they were going. His house? To drop him off somewhere? What?
A rock caught his foot and Laguna went down hard, "Ack!"
Today was just NOT his day and honestly, all he wanted to do was lock himself somewhere and never come out. He pushed his hair out of his face, revealing the slight bump but deeper gash just above his right temple briefly before his hair settled back in place and pushed himself up.
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Making friends was not easy; it's even more difficult when said friend had amnesia and you'd have to start all over again. Seifer's had enough, but he couldn't let that moronic 'President' die at the docks, could he?
Actually, he could.
So he picked Hyperion up, heading for the docks for what seemed like a hundredth time that month. And there Laguna was, all pale and sickly.
Seifer rolled his eyes. "Oi, President."
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He began walking in the direction of the clinic, not really caring if the other man would follow.
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Honestly, the least Seifer could have done was tell him where they were going. His house? To drop him off somewhere? What?
A rock caught his foot and Laguna went down hard, "Ack!"
Today was just NOT his day and honestly, all he wanted to do was lock himself somewhere and never come out. He pushed his hair out of his face, revealing the slight bump but deeper gash just above his right temple briefly before his hair settled back in place and pushed himself up.
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