[ Squall is hyper aware of Seifer's presence. It's something he can feel acutely through the open door even as he keeps his back to it. He's in the middle of changing his shirt when he hears Seifer's grousing and all Squall can do is snort at the rush. As if the few minutes it takes to get into his leathers will be what pushes them to hunt late in the day.
From where Revolver is propped up, Squall can see the soft reflection of Seifer in its steel. How odd to feel his presence without feeling like it's an intrusion. He's in the middle of swapping out his pants and working the soft leather of them up and over his hips as he replies. ]
Is there a better time to hunt them?
[ He has several belts to deliberately take his time with now that he knows Seifer's in a rush and so he does, looping the one around his waist with little incentive to move any faster. ]
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From where Revolver is propped up, Squall can see the soft reflection of Seifer in its steel. How odd to feel his presence without feeling like it's an intrusion. He's in the middle of swapping out his pants and working the soft leather of them up and over his hips as he replies. ]
Is there a better time to hunt them?
[ He has several belts to deliberately take his time with now that he knows Seifer's in a rush and so he does, looping the one around his waist with little incentive to move any faster. ]