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[kingseifer]

I have a chill... I know what we could do to help me warm up :^)))

@kingseifer

heard yer sick

and i just wanted to say…

jealousy is a disease get better soon sweaty :))) 

[kingseifer]

Wanted to draw these two being cuddly, and I forgot to draw the pillows their heads were on because I’m cool like that. They don’t get pillows but at least they have each other

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I was playing around with the binary tool and a chipmunk Hayner happened? 

You can get him as a sticker, phone case, or mug here!

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Does Hayner Is Gayner

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does seifer almasy is gay?

[kingseifer]

"Vore me daddy :3c"

Said seifer seductively.

“There’s this new blue bell ice cream called Camo ’n Cream so…If I’m the Camo….”

“Does that make you the Cream, Seifer?” @kingseifer 

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Calloused knuckles met taut muscle as Hayner drove his fist into Seifer’s back. But the punch, Seifer knew, would hardly leave even a bruise-shaped memory; his tanned skin had hardened into thick defenses by years of meticulous training. Seifer hadn’t become a team captain by sitting on his ass, no matter what Hayner wanted to make his own teammates believe.

Quickly twisting out of Hayner’s grasp, Seifer left the smaller boy to fend for himself as his senses honed into a new opportunity for trouble: Hayner’s cell phone, which had somehow slipped and skidded across the floor. He only had to reach out and take it... Somehow such a simple action seemed imbued with such meaning. Just reach out and take it...

Seifer managed to wrap his fingers around the phone and, offering Hayner a trademark Seifer Smirk, quieted the annoying buzz of the ringtone.

“Hey, it’s Seifer. Hayner can’t come to the phone right now because he’s preoccupied with suckin’ my diiiiiick--”

Like a cat refusing its bath, Hayner sank his nails into the mattress, sheets following after his desperate attempts to hold on to the bed. Before Seifer could pull him away completely, Hayner managed to get one of his hands around the discarded phone. Although it demanded to be answered, Hayner couldn’t exactly manage it, not when he was too busy squirming against Seifer’s powerful arms.

Curling his left hand into a fist, Hayner bashed it against Seifer’s back, cringing when he felt nothing but hard muscle, “YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE PUT ME DOWN I-” His shouting was cut short when his ringtone fell silent, and in return, his heart began beating frantically in his chest. Joshua would only worry if he didn’t pick up his phone…When his phone rang for a second time, Hayner was quick to slide his finger over the screen.

Out of breath, he managed a rushed “Hello-” before Seifer’s grip on his waist faltered and Hayner slipped from his shoulder and into the uncomfortable surface of the couch. On impact, Hayner’s phone flew from his hand. Too shocked and angry to notice, Hayner’s rage flourished between his ribs and leaked from the cuts on his hands. Digging his fingers into Seifer’s arm, he put all of his strength into dragging him down.

“I ALREADY TOLD YOU, I’M NOT SLEEPIN’ HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!”

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Scowling at the pillow that now lay on the floor belly-up like a submissive dog, Seifer found that Hayner’s heroic display of resistance only increased his own desire to show the other boy who really held the upper hand here. 

He ignored the sudden blare of Hayner’s obnoxious ringtone and in a fluid motion scooped him up and threw him over a shoulder as though he was hefting nothing heavier than a backpack. Whatever bruises he might acquire through this obvious show of dominance, well, they were just battle scars. Proof that he had won the fight and gained rightful claim to the bed.

“Here, don’t believe me? I’ll prove to you that you’re the better fit. Ha!” 

Seifer kept his grip firm as he headed toward the couch. 

Text to  ♥Joshua♥

Look, Josh, im serious, the guy is a complete lunatic He acts like i owe him something when hes the one that likes to make my life a living hell Fuck if i lose to him tomorrow…hes never gonna lemme live it down and i OHMYGOD HE’S FUCKING MOVING THE BED I SHOULD

Just as he was in the middle of complaining on what exactly Seifer was doing, his finger slipped and the message was sent. Between the shakes of the mattress and the unfinished sent text staring back at him in mockery, Hayner completely lost it. 

Slamming his phone down on the bed, Hayner glared daggers.

“SEIFER WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I SENT THAT MESSAGE WITHOUT FINISHING WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY!!” Scooting back a bit (in his current position, his ankle brushed against Seifer’s arm and he couldn’t have that) he tucked his feet away and wove bruised fingers into the nearest object. Using the pillow as a shield, Hayner aimed it at Seifer, laughing when the fluffy cushion bounced off his head. “Stop being such a baby and sleep on the couch!! And if you don’t fit then sleep on the floor but there’s no way I’m leaving this bed!!”

Maybe if he could get Seifer to back the fuck off, he could slip into the bathroom and reassure Joshua that everything was fine through one simple phone call…Maybe…

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Rage the color of bruise bled through Seifer’s mind, tightening his fingers into fists and tensing the muscles in his jaw. He glanced over his shoulder to find a sick, sad sham of a couch slumped against the wall like a sack of shapeless brown. He would have said it resembled a damp bale of hay (and the smell emanating from it only furthered the similarities), but that would have been a compliment.

“No way in hell will you catch me sleepin’ on that! ‘Sides, it’s a loveseat. I’m way too tall to fit. But your tiny ass, on the other hand...”

Before his conscious brain could catch up with the automatic actions of his body, Seifer had crossed the room and was looming over Hayner, who appeared to be thoroughly engaged in whoever was making such interesting conversation over text. Furious, Seifer reached down and started to shake the mattress in an attempt to annoy his new roommate into at least acknowledging his presence if nothing else.

The first message Joshua sent caused his phone to vibrate, and before Hayner had a chance to set the ringer to silent, his phone was once again vibrating within the palm of his right hand seconds later. With a small sigh, he watched the texts roll in. Despite the anger dwelling in the pit of his stomach, Hayner couldn’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s shitty puns. He would’ve tucked his phone away and replied when Seifer wasn’t throwing a fit, but unfortunately, Hayner knew Joshua wouldn’t take kindly to being ignored. If he said he’d call, he WOULD call, with or without the Ok to do so, and right now, Hayner couldn’t handle a conversation without grinding his teeth in irritation.

Text to  ♥Joshua ♥

No, I cant pick up right now anyways :/// Hes ranting and I dont wanna put you through that Sorry for answering you so late at night too… Why arent you asleep yet????? Its late, get some rest

He’d been so distracted answering Joshua, Hayner missed Seifer’s complaints and by the rage displayed across his face, Hayner could guess Seifer was well aware of the situation. To add salt to the wound, Hayner looked past Seifer’s, body angling to the right slightly. A sharp exhale pushed past his lips, “Hey, there’s a couch behind the door, just sleep there and stop your bitchin’ cause it ain’t like I can convince anyone to switch rooms with me. All my teammates hate you, and as team Captain I ain’t puttin’ my boys through the stress of dealin’ with you, so stop bein’ so dam annoyin’ and-”

The screen of his phone illuminated his hands, and Hayner was once again completely absorbed by the incoming texts, leaving Seifer’s presence at the back of his head.

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Seifer groaned in time to the bed squeaking under the (admittedly minuscule) weight of Hayner’s body. 

“I don’t have to listen to this,” he stated. His mind declared civil war; Hayner was, unfortunately, right in the sense that any complaints Seifer made would only serve to attract the disfavor of the hotel staff, and there was little they could do to help alleviate the utter torment of being stuffed in a tiny single-bed room with the most infuriating human being currently walking the planet. However every marrow of his body ached to make a scene, demand satisfaction.

“This is unacceptable--what kind of customer service--? And anyway, if anyone gets the bed it’s me. You’ve never stood a chance against my team, even with a full night of rest--Hey, are you listening--?”

The divide in his thoughts only grew when Seifer realized Hayner wasn’t listening. He was texting. 

Pulling out his phone from his back pocket, Hayner plopped down on the bed before Seifer could claim it as his own, because there was no fucking way he’d end up sleeping on the floor. If anyone left the room, or had to resort to sleeping on the floor it sure as hell wouldn’t be him. Running a thumb down the screen of his phone, a quick text was answered and sent and then his attention turned towards Seifer’s tense posture.

“Idiot, ya know it won’t matter if you do complain. The lady clearly stated the Hotel is all out of rooms. All you’re gonna do is get yourself and your team thrown out.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, “On second thought, you totally should go give ‘em hell, it ain’t like you can actually beat us tomorrow so save yourself the embarrassment and go home now.”

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Peeking beyond the threshold of the door, it took a few long seconds for Seifer’s drained mind to comprehend his new reality. Something quieter than hunger turned in his stomach at the sight of what awaited him inside - or rather, what didn’t.

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” he exclaimed, oblivious to the sensitive eardrums of the other hotel guests shuffling past him in the hall. “This has to be some kind of mix-up, right? They got our reservations all twisted in the first place, making us share the room and all! I’ve got a few strong words for the guy at the front desk.”

Letting his own bag thump against the floor, Seifer turned away, face hot and red from… anger, definitely anger.

Hayner snorted, “Your beauty sleep? Haven’t been doin’ much of that huh? Even if you sleep for hundreds of years you’d still wake up lookin’ like shit. Can’t cure ugly once you caught dude.”

Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and before Seifer could reach forward and snatch him by the collar Hayner stepped into the room. Brown eyes scanned the area, a frown tugging over his features once he noticed a lone bed sitting at the center. Groaning, he picked up his bag only to stomp into the room and slam it against the bed.

“You were saying?” He turned to glare at Seifer as if he were the one at fault; as if somehow Seifer had plotted this whole thing out- a sick joke.  Eyeing the door, Hayner momentarily wished he’d lock Seifer out, but that chance was long gone. Pinching the bride of his nose, Hayner growled in frustration, “Like I said, go sleep outside asshole! I’m not sharin’ a room with you, much less a bed!!”

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Galaxies of dust had settled in his chest from the ancient seats that somehow still clung to the skeleton of the team’s bus. Seifer coughed, bags of sleep clawing grey lines around his eyes. He was tired, if it wasn’t obvious in the way his shoulders slumped, and this was exactly the kind of situation he had a tendency to nightmare about.

With a sharp laugh, he turned to his companion- no, nothing like that- his rival. 

“There’s gonna be two beds, dumbass. Surely that’s enough room for His Highness to spread out?!”

Shifting his weight, Seifer felt his shoulder brush against Hayner’s. Had he been standing that close--? He frowned and threw his head back impatiently. 

“Like it or not--and I���m guessing not--I’m comin’ in. ‘Sides, I need my beauty sleep the night before a big game. I’m not about to lose the likes of a munchkin like you who spends more time curling his hair than swinging a bat.”

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“Look, I don’t care that the hotel is booked-” The words were drawn into a sharp hiss as Hayner allowed his backpack to hit the floor. “I refuse to share a room with you.”

Running his fingers into the red marks scattered across his arms, he took a few moments to curse the weight of his bag; maybe Olette had been right when she had suggested buying a slightly bigger one. But whatever, there was nothing he could do about it now- although, he could possibly use his own bag as a weapon, if he really had to. With the way Seifer was glaring at him, Hayner was half tempted to do so…

Before Seifer could beat him to it, Hayner wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. “You can just sleep out here, I mean, it ain’t like anyone would tell ya anythin’ if you did. They’d be too scared of you. See, problem solved.”

[kingseifer]

(smokes weed) okayner 

FUCK YOU DIA I JUST WANTED TO RP SERIOUSLY WITH YOU 

[kingseifer]

((starts eating them off the ground)) “Yum minty fresh”

((sweating)) “J…just leave them there, idiot…”

[kingseifer]

((sweating)) “J...just leave them there, idiot...”

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((glances back, watching him bend over))

((casually knocks over box of tic tacs again))

((he is gay))

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*drop’s a box of tic tacs* “aaahhh my tic tacs! theres tic tacs everywhere.” *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac* *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac* *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac* *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac* *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac* *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac* *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac* *bends over seductively to pick up tic tac*

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Were he a man of less self-control Seifer might have blanched, but as it were, he swallowed his disgust and ignored the shiver trying to make a home of his spine. 

Not even Prince Vanitas--long may he live--had requested of him such a violent display of loyalty. But surely this was to be expected of a tyrant noble like Prince Hayner... did that mean the sacrifice was necessary to prove himself?! If he dropped the knife, if he ran, if he tucked tail and crawled back home, would Prince Vanitas greet him with open arms? No. And Seifer was not a running man. Better “off with his finger” than “off with his head”, the latter a sentiment on which he knew, for once, both princes would agree if he were to abandon his post. 

Fingers wrapped around the handle of the blade like a noose around a gilded neck. Keeping his resolve firm, he raised the knife above his head and kept his eyes wide open as he swung it downward--

“Well that’s interesting.”

To any King or Prince, Seifer’s words would be nothing but reassuring. Hayner could easily spot the charm in his sentence structure; if the words were to snap in half, he’d find swirls of gold and silver.

However, a sharp tongue would only get him so far.

The young Prince could be seen as unexperienced, and throughout his twenty years of life, he’d made mistakes he deeply regretted. But he’d learn from them, and despite the heavy weight of a wrong doing he couldn’t undo, he had the constant support of one man.

But that man was gone. As he looked at Seifer, he couldn’t see himself ever leaning on him, he couldn’t picture any type of attachment blooming from their bond.

Disappointing, really.

Holding out his hand, Hayner wiggled his fingers around. Slowly, each one was lowered, until his pinkie remained.

“One of your fingers will make a fine trophy. Pick whichever you wish to gift me, I’m sure, you won’t miss it.”