"What do we do to little Chickenshits that don't show us proper respect?" Seifer asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and leaning back. He was trying to go for an arrogant/intimidating pose, but ended up landing somewhere closer to 'semi-retarded.'
"Sweet." Axel replied, and leaned against the counter, wondering why it was taking them so long to bring the food. "So, what are we going to do at your place? Want to see if we can have more luck with a different movie?"