Zell stood in the hallway, fists shaking in impotent rage at the reddish-blonde who was holding the delicious snackfood so recently stolen from him.
“Ah ah! No eating in the hallways - that’s the rules, and as head of the Disciplinary Committee I have to enforce them.” Seifer replied smugly, taking a bite from the doughnut and turning to walk away.
“HEY! Fricken’ Hell!”
Zell put up with a lot of shit from Seifer, but this was the final straw. He grabbed onto the taller man and spun him around forcefully.
“I said give. It. Back!”
“You want it back, you’ll have to get it, Chicken.”
And then for some reason (he was going with temporary insanity) he did just that, locking lips with the scarred bully to reclaim his breakfast. Or at least it started that way, as by the end of their encounter the half-eaten doughnut lay forgotten on the floor.
Doughnut - Seifer/Zell
Zell stood in the hallway, fists shaking in impotent rage at the reddish-blonde who was holding the delicious snackfood so recently stolen from him.
“Ah ah! No eating in the hallways - that’s the rules, and as head of the Disciplinary Committee I have to enforce them.” Seifer replied smugly, taking a bite from the doughnut and turning to walk away.
“HEY! Fricken’ Hell!”
Zell put up with a lot of shit from Seifer, but this was the final straw. He grabbed onto the taller man and spun him around forcefully.
“I said give. It. Back!”
“You want it back, you’ll have to get it, Chicken.”
And then for some reason (he was going with temporary insanity) he did just that, locking lips with the scarred bully to reclaim his breakfast. Or at least it started that way, as by the end of their encounter the half-eaten doughnut lay forgotten on the floor.