[ There is something about the implication that makes heat rush through Squall. Their sparring sessions are the only thing that cut the ticker tape of his mind and sink him into a delicious white noise. If Seifer can do that with a blade, Squall can only imagine, and has imagined, what he can do with just his hands and the heat of Ifrit's magic holds no candle to the warmth that rushes through him at the potential in the words.
As he unlocks his door, Squall pushes his hand into Seifer's face to nudge him back. ] Whatever you think it is, it's not.
[ He levels his best glare at Seifer before shouldering his way into his room, aware that closing the door on the other will just result in it being caught and held open so he doesn't bother. It's not an explicit invitation but he certainly doesn't hold the door open for him either. ]
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As he unlocks his door, Squall pushes his hand into Seifer's face to nudge him back. ] Whatever you think it is, it's not.
[ He levels his best glare at Seifer before shouldering his way into his room, aware that closing the door on the other will just result in it being caught and held open so he doesn't bother. It's not an explicit invitation but he certainly doesn't hold the door open for him either. ]