[There's a moment, a flash of pure rage, of a clenched fist, where it looks a hell of a lot like Seifer's about to throw a punch. It only lasts a moment before it's washed away by a paling complexion and a brief, but certainly there, look of horror and queasiness.
He looks away, jaw clenched and swallowing hard as he throws the stuffed animal as hard as he can at Squall to cover the loss of composure. The rage washed away too quickly by stark memories of Squall pinned to a wall, writhing in agony as electricity courses through him...
He can't do it.]
Take your stupid fuckin' bear.
[He snarls, turning away to leave. He's not going to explain where it came from.]
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He looks away, jaw clenched and swallowing hard as he throws the stuffed animal as hard as he can at Squall to cover the loss of composure. The rage washed away too quickly by stark memories of Squall pinned to a wall, writhing in agony as electricity courses through him...
He can't do it.]
Take your stupid fuckin' bear.
[He snarls, turning away to leave. He's not going to explain where it came from.]