7th Match [Voice]

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Battle scars... Heh, I kind of like this one. It was a clean cut, and right under my shirt. [There's a soft sigh.] Kind of neat to look at... Hah, still soft.

...so, this place has got fugitives, explosions, rainbows, monsters, murders, wolves, and I'm guessin' a load of other poppycock that shouldn't happen. So far... can't say I completely hate it, though. Kind of wish Rai and Fuu were here, but Beat's a pretty good guy... guess chicken wuss isn't completely full of crud either.

Heh. Beat, tomorrow, let's go look for stuff. The struggle bats a alright but I'll need something... more.

Oh, and if anyone wants help learning how to struggle for the up and coming tournament, don't go to Hayner. Roxas or I are the better two, and even then, Roxas is just barely at my level.

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With a sigh, he keeps his eyes rather downcast and just takes the water. He still isn't perfectly used to Discedo, and boy, half the stuff he had eaten there, once he began to think about it, seemed rather questionable, despite the taste. Knowing what it was just made it worse, really.

But he would get over that soon enough. Draining the cup, he looked at Beat once before shrugging.

"I'm fine. I took enough days off when I got this scar."

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He just watches passively, scowling as all he sees is that kanji on the beanie and not his face, raising a hand up to his shoulder and rubbing awkwardly. He just really wans't sure what to do with this situation. Neku had never exactly thrown up on him.

"A'ight," he nods quickly, fidgeting and trying to think about what they were going to do the next day. "Soun's ... kin'na fun. I tol' Silva dis Struggle bidness s'like gettin' a taste'a ya home."

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At the shoulder-rubbing, Seifer wants to shrug him off, but he knows Beat's trying to help. The comfort thing just really wasn't what he wants, but he stays quiet and endures it.

He looks up after a second, a strange, confused expression on his face. "Yeah... I guess so, yeah. Now, who's this Silva guy? I'm pretty sure you mentioned him before, I just forgot."

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So he just withdraws his hand with some static, jilted and stiff like a puppet on strings. He folds his fingers before his knees again, turning his eyes away.

"Ffff, you idiot," He snorts a bit. Who else did they know that could possibly be silver? "Prydain?" He calls back with a snide little quip. Well, if Seifer doesn't like comfort, he'll just have to deal with their usual banter.

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He keeps the confused look on his face, though his eyes narrow slightly. He feels more guarded and self-reliant without Beat being that strong force holding him up--rather, he'd prefer Beat as the strong force watching his back--and manages to relax a bit more, straightening his beanie.

"You got strange names for people, Beat, how was I supposed to know you meant Pry!" After another second or two, he stands up. "Eh... might as well get out of the bathroom, right?"

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Sorry to disappoint, Seifer. Beat may have joined some random committee thing, but he's definitely a lead-by-example kind of guy. This might make one foresee other awkward moments in their friendship, or even certain bumps in the road.

"T'sh, who else would it be?" He snorts, folding his arms ... and just sort of watches as he stands, as though unsure of what to say to that. Was Seifer feeling better? Would he say he wasn't, even if it were true? ... Probably not.

"Yeah," he replies and stands, scuttling out of his way and hopping up on the jilted sink to let him pass.

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Seifer stretches his back slightly; the movement makes his stomach feel uneasy again and he's ready to punch himself for it, but he ignores it, letting it only show in his face going pale for a brief second. It would pass soon enough.

Though as Beat moved to hop on the sink, Seifer paused, giving him a confused look. By 'get out of the bathroom' he meant 'leave' not.... whatever Beat was doing. "What, having a party in here once I'm gone or something?" he asks.

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Beat just sort of smirks when he sees the change in complexion, averting his gaze and grinning down at the floor like it might grin back. It disappears at the suggestion, comtemplating a "Why? You wanna?" and deciding against it.

"Thought you was da boss. I'm supposta follow at ya back, right? Well, dis thing ain't 'xactly spacious, an' tha two'a us tryin' ta get outta it at once might not go so well," is how he snarks back, making a gesture to get him to pass.

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Seifer hadn't even thought of that, actually. He had most likely been away from Rai and Fuu too long--he had been here for around a month, that was definitely far too long--so he was probably losing his touch a little. He'd fix that soon enough.

Rolling his eyes, mainly to avoid going on an 'I knew that' and stomping tantrum, those were below him, he just skulked out of the bathroom, and back into their bedroom.