[That's better. Not this placating attempt at friendship. Patronizing. There's the surly asshole Seifer knows so well. The one who has everything and can't be bothered to be even a tiny bit grateful for it.]
But you got it. Handed to you on a silver Hyne-damned platter.
[It didn't matter if he didn't want it. In a way it made it even more infuriating because it made every effort to try to earn something useless. No matter what he did Seifer would forever be relegated to the useless, pathetic failure he was destined to be. While Squall? All he had to do was exist and succeed.]
People try to hand you the fuckin' world, Leonhart, and all you can do is sulk about it.
[He aborts the growl threatening to escape, rising to his feet instead with his fists clenched]
Why are you getting mad at me for? Neither of us had a choice. I'd have given it all to you if you want it so badly. What's so great about having destiny pushed on me? My life was decided the day matron inherited Ultimecia's powers. The day I-
[He cuts himself off, scowling. He doesn't know if he wished he never told matron about SeeD or Garden that day. It was the right thing to do. The only thing he could have done.]
Forget it. I'm sorry I asked.
[He was trying the best he can. In a way he's aware he had the luxury Seifer didn't but it doesn't make it easier to have it thrown back in his face.]
[Seifer just stares at him, the scowl not softening in the least, refusing to stand. He knows if he does this will end in a brawl and right now that's not going to make either of them feel any better.]
The day you what?
[He snarled dangerously. They both had their lives decided for them in that moment. That one would rise and one would fall a puppet. Squall being annoyed about it only makes the bite worse. The slap in the face all the more humiliating. He doesn't even have the decency to realize it.
[It's better they don't for now. It will only escalate the longer they try to address it. Given Seifer's volatile temper it's a wonder he managed to spot the need to disengage before he escalated it himself.
Progress, even if it doesn't look like it on the surface. He'll be back to annoying Squall when he's not hating him. They both need to sulk in their rooms a while.]
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But you got it. Handed to you on a silver Hyne-damned platter.
[It didn't matter if he didn't want it. In a way it made it even more infuriating because it made every effort to try to earn something useless. No matter what he did Seifer would forever be relegated to the useless, pathetic failure he was destined to be. While Squall? All he had to do was exist and succeed.]
People try to hand you the fuckin' world, Leonhart, and all you can do is sulk about it.
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Why are you getting mad at me for? Neither of us had a choice. I'd have given it all to you if you want it so badly. What's so great about having destiny pushed on me? My life was decided the day matron inherited Ultimecia's powers. The day I-
[He cuts himself off, scowling. He doesn't know if he wished he never told matron about SeeD or Garden that day. It was the right thing to do. The only thing he could have done.]
Forget it. I'm sorry I asked.
[He was trying the best he can. In a way he's aware he had the luxury Seifer didn't but it doesn't make it easier to have it thrown back in his face.]
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The day you what?
[He snarled dangerously. They both had their lives decided for them in that moment. That one would rise and one would fall a puppet. Squall being annoyed about it only makes the bite worse. The slap in the face all the more humiliating. He doesn't even have the decency to realize it.
He gestures to the door.]
Get out.
[He's done with Squall for the day.]
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He glares at Seifer again before turning and walking right out, slamming the door behind him. Holing up in his room sounds good right about now.]
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Progress, even if it doesn't look like it on the surface. He'll be back to annoying Squall when he's not hating him. They both need to sulk in their rooms a while.]