And just like that, he was cigarette-less again, minus the small mouthful he'd managed to get.
"Are you fucking joking?" He said after a moment of disbelief that anyone would destroy what was left of a perfectly good cigarette. "Are you fucking kidding me?! You want me to wake you up at fucking 3 in the morning, so that I can get a fucking smoke?"
This guy was ungoddamnbelievable.
He shook his head once at the stupidity of that statement. "Fine. You want me to wake you up every single god damn time; I'll wake you up ever single god damn time then." Seifer told Zell in an annoyed and dark tone. He'd probably do it by setting of the alarm whenever he could for a while, just to make the cat rue it.