"There's me and the goldfish." Seifer stated blandly as he sighed heavily, "It's Hell. I couldn't have picked a better version of what I would consider the worst possible situation for myself, if I'd tried. I hate being useless and I'm 'not allowed' to do anything. It's mental torture and I don't even use my brain that much as you know."
If only it was as easy to actually get that knowledge into the willfully ignorant were's head...Or if only he had a hammer. Either option would work for Seifer some days at that place. He just shook his head with a shrug at the detective's comment as he shoved his hands into his pockets, already feeling more than beaten down in that area and at a lose.
"But roughing up thugs is so much more satisfying on a Saturday night, Becket." He grinned back slowly to her, "As the dumbass in question though, I can assure you that I give no more shits than I let on and am only capable of being a smartass or a dumbass depending on what the situation requires. I leave the actual detecting and shit giving to the people that are allowed to carry guns and search buildings."
"But if you ever need someone to go knock in heads and be a general thorn in the sides of his fellow low lives...Well, you know I'm good for it." He finished with a sly wink as he wasn't at all scared about getting his hands dirty when someone else couldn't.