"If you find the guy with your dog license then you should send him my way," Zell commented without looking up from his paper. He was happy that Seifer was home but the human was getting on his nerves already. Mostly like because Zell hadn't been sleeping well and was stressed because of Seifer, the ball, and his business. He didn't have much patient and with Seifer insulting him every chance he got Zell was becoming irrated.
"I'll ask him why I should reward you with your old job." Zell let out a sigh, grabbed the half done pack from his desk draw and lit up a smoke. "Because right now I don't want to do anything for you."