beanies: (Seifer)
Ngh... [Sniffle. Someone's a bit congested, but he's going to deny it.]

This crap again... never got this crap at home...

Uh... head's too freakin' cloudy to sleep... [Siiiigh.] Anyone know how to make weapons? I'm still looking for one.
beanies: (Say WAAAT?!)
BZZZZZT!

AAAGH!!!

Just when I'm freakin'--crap... I hate that place...

[And Seifer's ignoring the fact that his communicator's on, and on his bed, pointed at him, while he angrily shoves clothing into a backpack. After a moment, he picks it up, ready to turn it off.]

BZZZZZZZZZZT!

OW OW OW!

[His door creaks open, as Seifer spins around to see Hayner laughing at him.]

Serves you right for not talking, beanieface.

[Aaaand that temper has flared once again. The communicator's view goes flying, closer and closer--OH HELLO HAYNER'S FACE, Meet Seifer's communicator.]
beanies: (Hah.)
So Beat's got his sister here... Rhyme, right? Welcome to the crew, I guess. If you need anything and Beat's not there, you can ask me.

...I guess you can too, Pence. But only since you're from Twilight Town and there aren't any popsicles here.

...and Hayner, whatever's up with you, knock it off. I won't hesitate in decking you.

Prydain, anything you need me to do or anything? Kinda bored here.

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March 2020

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