[Seifer lets Squall keep the cig for the time being as he takes the bag, pulling it open and poking around inside it briefly. Blacks and greys, blue and scarlet. He nods a little to himself, approval even though he doesn't say as much to Squall. Of course he is almost immediately pushing to his feet when he catches the sleeve of his jacket.]
You-! [He yanks the long coat out of the bag, a brief hard smile flashing across his features before he's pulling it on. A tension seems to ease out of him when the weight of it settles over his shoulders, like a piece of himself restored. Seifer's fingers run over the material of the sleeve, examining the stitching. He wants to take his gloves off, get a good feel for the material but it looks, if anything, to be even better quality than the original. Openly allowing anyone to see his sorcery-stained hands is too much to allow just yet, though.]
You're gonna spoil me. [A smirk, both hands coming up to tug the collar of the jacket up into that signature pop of his.]
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Date: 2023-03-18 11:36 pm (UTC)You-! [He yanks the long coat out of the bag, a brief hard smile flashing across his features before he's pulling it on. A tension seems to ease out of him when the weight of it settles over his shoulders, like a piece of himself restored. Seifer's fingers run over the material of the sleeve, examining the stitching. He wants to take his gloves off, get a good feel for the material but it looks, if anything, to be even better quality than the original. Openly allowing anyone to see his sorcery-stained hands is too much to allow just yet, though.]
You're gonna spoil me. [A smirk, both hands coming up to tug the collar of the jacket up into that signature pop of his.]