Well someone was feeling real smart tonight now wasn't he? Geeze, you'd have thought he'd have been a little more chilled without the constant arguing and hostility Seifer had offered around. Hell, Seifer himself had been much more relaxed and felt less stress without the constant irritation of being locked up surrounding him. Guess that was just a one sided situation though as the cat was definitely giving off a prickling vibe that night though.
"Reward?" Seifer inquired with a tone that made it clear that he thought that was an absurd way to look at it. "I don't want you to do anything for me," He said with a touch of annoyance, "Haven't you figured out that that's a real problem for me? I don't want to, or need to be taken care of. I want to be self-sufficient, I want to do my own thing. I don't want to be stuck here, going stir crazy out of fucking boredom because I've got shit all to do all fucking day! You should have got a fucking dog if you wanted someone to just hang around and be happy to see you every time you got home."
Goddamnit all if this kid just couldn't understand a single damn thing about other people! Seifer should have followed his instincts and just stayed the hell away from the place. Turned around and started that trek back to the city once the patrol car had driven off. Why the hell he'd ever thought for a moment to take the advice of anyone who had not the first single clue about this kind of situation, he had no damn clue. "Fuck it." He grumbled with a tired and frustrated sigh as he rubbed his battered face once more and shook his head as he walked out of the office door. The front door was still open, he didn't need to clean up or stick around to bash his head against the wall of sheer ignorance that the were-cheetah lived behind.