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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[not everyone can always be a bully, and while some people are off doing their thing, Seifer's giving himself a once-over in the mirror, beanie crumpled up in one hand while he combs through his hair with the other.]

Tch.

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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Ghhk-- asshole!

[as if this isn't business as usual? it takes all of a second and a half for him to tear off after Sora.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[just taking his time, because he's enjoying the hell out of himself.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[not Seifer; the beanie's personal, and that'd explain how he's catching up in no time.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[and why Sora's going to try and pull a move he'll probably fail miserably, suddenly turning, running and dropping to the hardwood floor in an attempt to slide beneath Seifer.]

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[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[this is too easy--]

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[as the foot slamming down on him'll declare.]

Going somewhere, runt?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[well fuck, if that didn't knock the wind right out of him. he'll just be mindlessly choking for air down here, don't mind him.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[looks like someone doesn't know his own strength, easing up.]

Hey, don't tell me that hurt.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Sh-shit..

[sucks in air through his teeth, having let go of the hat long ago. he's just worried about breathing, because it's not like he's really been doing good for his health recently.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

... the hell's your problem?

[okay, that's enough of this game, pulling Sora up. something's obviously amiss.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[forces on a smile, a little lightheaded from the sudden lack of breath.]

N-nothin'. Don't worry about it..

[waves his hand dismissively, attempting to stand.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Shut up, you've taken punches harder than that.

[... most of them from him, but that's hardly the point right now.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Just got over a cold.

[it's the best he could think of right now, shrugging nonchalantly. his step is a little staggered, but he's getting the hang of it all over again.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Bullshit.

[this is an arm, holding you up.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

It's really nothing. I'll get better.

[swallows. shit.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

It'd better. You think I wanna up and lose my favorite gopher?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[that makes him smile a little, hands gently pushing Seifer's away.]

It will.

[at least, he's praying.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

Tch.

[fine, no help for you, buddy.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[hey, he's not about to admit he was shooting up and drinking alcohol to the point where he doesn't know if he's dead or not.]

Heh.

[yeeeah he'll be looking for an easy escape in the direction of the kitchen.]

[sandlotlulz.livejournal.com]

[that would be Seifer's cue to pick up his hat and move along, then.]