beanies: (Say WAAAT?!)
[Not like you can see anything. Actually, it's really just audio and a black screen. But there's footsteps crunching, and a hiss.]

Aw crap... man... I have the worst timing ever.

[Footstep... there's a grumble somewhere, and then two golden glowing orbs. Seifer accidentally turns the comm towards them, and two turns into four... he approaches slowly.]

...the heck? Huh, maybe I could use one like a flashlight--

[One leaps at him and the claws are caught in the glow of its eyes. Seifer stares in shock and falls back.]

OH FREAKSPAZM, THOSE ARE CLAWS!

Aw man, aw man aw man... I freakin' hate the dark...

[All goes dark again... then soon the glow appears, and Seifer's eyes open to stare it dead in the face.

...and he starts screaming and bolts.
]
beanies: (Seifer)
[Seifer turns the communicator on when he grips it too hard and smacks the button. He voice comes out strangled for a second, but soon he takes a sharp inhale.

With a soft growl, he thrashes on the bed, and it squeaks; his hand launches the communicator with a gust of wind, into a large, hard surface known as the wall. Though fainter, there's still thrashing, but it grows a little as Seifer can be heard struggling softly with his sheets.

Then... he clumsily falls on the floor.
]

Ow! ....crap, good freakin' morning to you too, floor."

[And the communicator shuts up.]

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