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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

--all right, who's responsible for this?

[although Seifer doesn't generally emerge from his hideaway, the fact he's both angry and without his beanie make for a bad combination.]

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[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[Sora doesn't think it's so bad-- in fact he'd rather like it if he saw that silly beanie on his head less, but beggars can't be choosers, and now's not the time to discuss that.]

What happened?

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

It was you, wasn't it.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Was me what? I don't even know what you're screaming about.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Hello?

[points at his head, just in case he somehow missed it.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

No, but you do look nice.

[sheepish grin goes here.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

...

[uh, what.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

What, you think I'm lying?

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Tch, never said that.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Then what's the face for?

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[tells a white lie.]

What do you think?

[runs a hand through his hair. this is so weird.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

You're flattered but you don't wanna say it?

[iiinches closer.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

That too.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

You're ...

[cute. he wants to say cute, but ...]

Silly.

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[just snorts. he'll allow that.]

Yeah, and you're a thief.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

I swear I wouldn't do something that stupid. Are you sure you didn't fling it under your bed or something?

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

I don't have a bed, genius.

[technically, it's a rolled up mattress ... and he's happier in a chair, besides.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Err.. closet? Outside?

[shrugs helplessly.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Whatever, it's gone now.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[a slow but sweet smile spreads over his face. he'll just stay silent for the sake of both their dignity.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[Seifer doesn't like that look very much ...]

What.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Nothing, I'm just glad you'll look a little less like a hoodlum for a while.

[reaches out to touch Seifer's hair.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[that's dividing on him which to respond to first. he'll roll his eyes at one and permit the other.]

Hoodlums, huh ...

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Yeah, hoodlums. I think your wardrobe plays a big part in why people are afraid of you.

[runs his fingers through it.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

And that's bad because ...

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Because it wouldn't hurt to change. I mean everyone here's ten times more dangerous than they were at home. It seems kind of silly to keep up a reputation you can barely back up when it comes down to it.