[ Abruptly, Seifer grabs Rufus by the back of his hair, holding tight as he barks orders at a few soldiers patroling nearby. They detach from their unit and escort the pair of them down the hall, leading them from door to door until they finally reach the detention center.
Again, Seifer shoves him inside, but this time, there are guards pointing rifles, ready for a struggle. One of them approaches to slap a pair of cuffs across Rufus's wrists, while the other leads him toward a system of hooks and secures him to the wall by his chains. Seifer watches the process with a smirk, pulling up a chair so that he can sit the wrong way upon it with a front row view of the proceedings.
"What's he in for?" one of the guards has the gall to ask. The others go stiff with fear. ]
The hell's it matter!? Get this son of a bitch outta my face! All of you! Get the hell outta here!
[ He gives Hyperion a few good swipes through the air before he turns back to Rufus, beaming in his own twisted way. He takes a step closer, runs his thumb over Rufus's cheek, and taps him on the nose preciously. ]
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[ Abruptly, Seifer grabs Rufus by the back of his hair, holding tight as he barks orders at a few soldiers patroling nearby. They detach from their unit and escort the pair of them down the hall, leading them from door to door until they finally reach the detention center.
Again, Seifer shoves him inside, but this time, there are guards pointing rifles, ready for a struggle. One of them approaches to slap a pair of cuffs across Rufus's wrists, while the other leads him toward a system of hooks and secures him to the wall by his chains. Seifer watches the process with a smirk, pulling up a chair so that he can sit the wrong way upon it with a front row view of the proceedings.
"What's he in for?" one of the guards has the gall to ask. The others go stiff with fear. ]
The hell's it matter!? Get this son of a bitch outta my face! All of you! Get the hell outta here!
[ He gives Hyperion a few good swipes through the air before he turns back to Rufus, beaming in his own twisted way. He takes a step closer, runs his thumb over Rufus's cheek, and taps him on the nose preciously. ]
Finally. Ain't it good to be alone?