"Typical kid. Running away because life's not as easy as you thought it should be and things don't always work out like you dreamed up." Seifer commented with a shake of his head as he let the were move away from him while he stayed where he was as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned his back against Zell's desk heavily, clearly claiming the object as his own despite the were-cheetah being right there.
"'Life's too hard. I don't want to do it any more. I want someone else to take away my problems.'" He mocked with a fake pout at the younger man, "Man up, Chicken-Wuss. You said you were old enough to be treated like an adult but here you are looking for the easy way out. Going to a slave guru to get lessons on breaking people and trying to cover up your mistakes by talking them back to the people that gave them to you in the first place."
Seifer scoffed in dismissal at the other man, intentionally aiming for the buttons he knew of to make the other's temper flare. "Hell, you can't even fucking come here and tell me to my face that you want me gone. You're just scurrying around like some little mouse trying to avoid me. Really, fucking scary were you are. Maybe you should be taking those lessons after all."