[ The grit of annoyance is the kind of tit for tat that allows Squall to uncoil from his own tightly wound apprehension at being previously perceived. His outstretched hand retreats for the moment, letting Seifer keep the belt in his possession as Squall sets his foot on the bottom rung of the stool, the distance between them minimized. ]
Does it matter? When the right ones stay?
[ He's always chafed under Seifer's desire to be noticed by everyone. He's not sure how the posse feels about it but Squall has always hated the way it nags at him no matter how much he tries to tell himself it doesn't matter.
He extends his hand out for that final belt again, the leg it'll go on propped between Seifer's. ]
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Does it matter? When the right ones stay?
[ He's always chafed under Seifer's desire to be noticed by everyone. He's not sure how the posse feels about it but Squall has always hated the way it nags at him no matter how much he tries to tell himself it doesn't matter.
He extends his hand out for that final belt again, the leg it'll go on propped between Seifer's. ]