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[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[okay, this time he's deciding to be less of a lazyass with his endless amount of time here, so with legs cross and his back end planted firmly on the bed, he struggles to reach a painful amount of crunches to build up his muscles like a certain someone mentioned he lacked.]

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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[there's a certain someone who might be taking a peek for a laugh, too.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[s-struggling..!]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Man, that's rich.

[whoops, so much for going unnoticed.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[and so much for becoming a macho man-- he slides right from his spot until his head smacks right into the floor.]

Shi-ow!

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[classic comedy. that'll earn a few laughs.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

It's not funny!

[says the upside-down boy with a headache who's having just as much of a hassle trying to get down as he is with everything else.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding? You've totally gotta do that again.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

I'm not your circus sideshow.

[huffs, collecting himself on the floor and rubbing at the top of his head.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Looks like you're training for one.

[enter big bad Seifer, looming overhead.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[glares up at him.]

Well you caught me at the worst time.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

My adoring public.

[crosses his arms. he's not too fazed.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah.

[doesn't have it in him to keep that cross face up, just sighing and rubbing his cheeks.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[which is depriving Seifer of entertainment, leaving him to rub the back of his neck. there's that slight tension he anticipated.]

Yeah, so ...

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

So..?

[he was perfectly okay with playing it cool-- they got real close a while back and he's not sure Seifer really wants to talk about it just yet, but he can't deny that he's a little excited to, when the time comes.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Ah, forget it.

[there isn't much to talk about, so maybe he'll go back to making his rounds ...]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

No, no, say something if there's something to say. I hate when people just drop it like that.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

And ruin my street cred by asking you to hang? No thanks.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[ohoho, grins.]

Looks like I'm tagging along anyways.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Tch.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

You brought it upon yourself! just think about how wonderfully annoyed you'll be by my presence now.

[stands. he's enjoying this way too much.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. I'm already thinking of ways to run you off.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Nope, I'm stuck. Kind of like a bad STD.

[worst comparison ever, but.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[yeah, he's questioning Sora's choice of words with a raised eyebrow.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Not like I'm infected or anything!

[raises his hands up. whoa there, buddy.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Guess we could do that too. Or something.

[mind you, he hasn't given it much thought, but ...]