Seifer Friedle

Sora rolled his eyes. “If you’d quit breaking the law, then you wouldn’t have run the risk of that,” he replied.

“If the law stopped being dumb, I wouldn’t have to break it - and I don’t anymore, so yeah. I’m cool.” 

Sora paused. “…Okay, that’s true. But I didn’t eat for three days after that.”

“What do you want?”

“A bag of cheetos and ten million dollars, but really, I’d just like you to get out of my way, pretty boy.” 

“You remember that you were the one with the food, right?”

“You remember that I was the one that payed for it, right?” 

Sora scowled, though it was good naturedly. “You were the one that left me there, bro. Rude.”

“You’re the one being a little bitch baby about it,” Seth said even as he swallowed years of regret, thinking about his hometown friends.