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                             HE WAS JOKING.
                              He had to be.Â
                        â  â No. â
There was no other reason for such an out of the blue, completely batshit statement. Such a heavy threat to be issued so casually with the utmost confidence he'd even consider complying. Either Seifer was joking  -  or he'd genuinely lost more sanity than he let on following the shitshow with Ultimecia. Something he honestly wouldn't rule out entirely given...
At the sight of movement, slight but sudden, still something worth taking note of, Squall's eyes narrow, thinning to the same dangerous sharpness as that of his gun-blade, distrust  &  unease wafting off him in heavy thickened waves as he bristles like a wet cat defensively.
Every nerve in his body screamed to run, to react, to do something other than just sit there like a target waiting on the off chance that the blonde would explain further, as if logic was something still possible of being grasped with that chillingly determined look spotted in focused sights. Something darker than usual, more sinister, pierced with a startling clarity that only furthered Squallâs unease even with his weapon visibly in hand.
He got the feeling he wasn't going to get a direct answer anytime soon  - at least not one that would help  -  if at all.
Refusing to show any other hint of fear or weakness, stubborn or admirable, possibly foolish, Squall stands his ground, fingers tightening in their hold around the hilt of his drawn weapon, a reassuring weight clutched firmly within the chilled palm of his hand. It gives him some form of courage, even if it feels fleeting. In an attempt to ease his nerves  &  feign nonchalance, he props his blade against a shoulder, idly bouncing it dull end down as he arches a brow at the other man.
He keeps steely sights pinned straight ahead, chin jerking upwards in a defiantly challenging manner, choosing to call the bluff rather than let it worry him any further.
                         â  â Youâre so full of shit, you know that. You really think Iâd agree to something like that even if you were serious? â
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