[ That IS the plan. Or at least, it looks like it is, with Seifer waving Hyperion right in Rufus's face, thumb on the trigger, blue eyes bright with malicious intent.
Until one of the soldiers clears his throat. "S-Sir, with all due respectβ"
"He looks just like you!" interjects another. The rest of Seifer's entourage stiffens nervously. Seifer turns on his heel to face the one who shouted, making him crumble almost to the floor, shuddering in fear.
But then he turns back around, searching Rufus's face. ]
Huh.
[ He reaches out a gloved hand, aiming to grab Rufus by the chin and twist his head so he can see from one angle to another. ]
Like a stringy, dweeby version of me, maybe. What to do, what to do, what. To. Do.
[ His grin brightens. ]
Guess you're comin' back to base. Hey, hey, don't sweat the bail, all right? No one's comin' for ya.
[ He slaps Rufus on the back and pushes him forward, toward the guards with their lifted rifles. ]
And if they do, we're gonna riddle 'em full'a holes! Hahaha!
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Until one of the soldiers clears his throat. "S-Sir, with all due respectβ"
"He looks just like you!" interjects another. The rest of Seifer's entourage stiffens nervously. Seifer turns on his heel to face the one who shouted, making him crumble almost to the floor, shuddering in fear.
But then he turns back around, searching Rufus's face. ]
Huh.
[ He reaches out a gloved hand, aiming to grab Rufus by the chin and twist his head so he can see from one angle to another. ]
Like a stringy, dweeby version of me, maybe. What to do, what to do, what. To. Do.
[ His grin brightens. ]
Guess you're comin' back to base. Hey, hey, don't sweat the bail, all right? No one's comin' for ya.
[ He slaps Rufus on the back and pushes him forward, toward the guards with their lifted rifles. ]
And if they do, we're gonna riddle 'em full'a holes! Hahaha!