Frowning in surprise, Seifer once again plucked the girl off of his arm. "Just... get inside..." he half muttered. People had definitely stared, and having a cutesy little girl clinging to his arm was not the image that Seifer wanted to portray.

As Selphie sat down, Seifer (slightly calmed down at this point, but still stewing a bit) found a place for himself at the booth as well. He expressionlessly lifted a menu to eye level and began to examine it, not really paying any attention to either Selphie or Chii.

He had sort of given up on them behaving up to his normal posse standards, and the only thing he could think of to do was to ignore them as much as possible.