[No, it's not good. Especially when Seifer was pretty certain he was about to catch his culprit. And the spiky-haired kid's behind him, so he's not going to do anything extraordinarily violent. Maybe just sock Hayner in the arm and shake his brain into working.

But this was ending right now. Crossing his arms once his eyes spotted the familiar mess of blonde hair, he smirked.]

Well, well, doesn't this look familiar. [He waves an arm lazily in Hayner's direction.] So, what did you do? Hide it in Pry's room? Not that I need your lousy confession to prove that you're a loser.

I guess if you get on your knees and beg, maybe I'll let it slide.