Seifer silently fumed, shooting daggers at Luigi all throughout the man's speech. His mouth was pursed into an angry, sinister shape and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. The blond leaned forward ever so slightly as if about to smack the man, and anyone who knew Seifer well enough would know that the SeeD-in-training probably would have... if he hadn't needed the help of this frustrating mechanic.

"She is NOT my girlfriend, I am NOT too-!" began Seifer, shutting himself up spitefully mid-sentence as he struggled to keep his temper in check. It was hard, and a second went by as Seifer mentally battled with himself against punching the man in the face, all the while glaring intensely into Luigi's eyes. He certainly deserved it, in Seifer's mind.

Then, sighing in utter and absolute frustration- and knowing how bad this was going to look- Seifer threw his arms up in the air angrily and snarled, "It's on her leg, okay? Find it yourself. It's your job."

Before stalking out, Seifer turned to Selphie and half-spat, "Come get me when this idiot's finished." And with that, Seifer turned tail defiantly and left the building to stand and wait outside until the two were finished.