As long as Nick didn't make the mistake of calling him 'boy', Seifer would tolerate kid. He'd shoot back with plenty of old jokes to make up for it. Being young didn't have to be a bad thing, after all.

Seifer took the comment just as it was intended, a comment. The selection really wasn't great, but most of this stuff wasn't really of interest to him anyway. Guns were useful and all, but he wasn't the type to rely on ranged combat. Not personal enough.

"Ain't much to say, pickin' fights with the damned glowdogs to keep myself entertained. For a city in a castle this place is fuckin' boring," Not that Seifer was really sure what he was expecting a city inside a castle to be like. Dreadfully boring simply wasn't it, though. "Figured I'd drop by here to see what they've got for keeping my blade sharp is all. Got some fun toys back home, huh?"