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28th Match - [Accidental Video]
[Like buttdialing, only Seifer's rolled onto his device! There's snoring, but the video's dark for a few seconds.
It clears when Seifer rolls over. The communicator's leaning on a pillow, and Seifer's sprawled on his bed, shirtless despite the fact that it's cold. His blanket's been discarded on the floor. The scars on his chest and upper abdomen, from stabs and blasts and fights and being attacked and junk--are visible, but he's not conscious enough to hide them.
He chokes out a snore and rolls over... and off the bed. With a thud, he sits up, rubbing his head... looking left and right--or moving his head, since his eyes are closed--he decides everything's fine and just goes back to sleep out of view. On his floor.]
It clears when Seifer rolls over. The communicator's leaning on a pillow, and Seifer's sprawled on his bed, shirtless despite the fact that it's cold. His blanket's been discarded on the floor. The scars on his chest and upper abdomen, from stabs and blasts and fights and being attacked and junk--are visible, but he's not conscious enough to hide them.
He chokes out a snore and rolls over... and off the bed. With a thud, he sits up, rubbing his head... looking left and right--or moving his head, since his eyes are closed--he decides everything's fine and just goes back to sleep out of view. On his floor.]
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[He's still mumbly, but he manages to pull his head onto the bed and looks over at his communicator.]
Whaddya want?
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But you might want to put a shirt on before someone bandages you up, too.
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I'unna...
[Zoning out...]
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He can't move around much, which only adds to his slow and stealthy entrance. Then, he bends down, looking Seifer directly in the face before grinning and reaching for his beanie. ]
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Oh, and he'll be pulling the blanket over your head, too. And put the pillow over where your head should be. ]
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Hey, don't move that pillow! Ealdy puts it right back on you. ]
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HEY! Where's it?
[His eyes are still closed. He's slowly opening them in three... two...]
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Where's what?
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My beanie, you little twerp.
[He looks over, yep his eyes are open, and struggles pathetically.]
Hand it back over, you!
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But I don't want to, Hatless.
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Oh? Giving up so soon, great leader? I thought you were more persevere than that...
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Hey! No fair! I call foul play!
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[Seifer grins, but just wiggles so Ealdy can sit next to him, and not, y'know... on him. Because that's just not cool. But he'll let you keep wearing the hat for a bit.]
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...hey, I am not a sap!
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[Seifer grins, sitting back comfortably next to Ealdy. How odd, both of them blond and shirtless... except Seifer was bigger with more muscles, and Patches really was a scrawny little punk. Seifer surveys him for a moment, running a hand through his hair.]
Don't you eat?
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