[There's the briefest moment of realization on Seifer's face just before Nida moves. It's not enough time to respond, it's not even enough time to brace. Quick as a whip Seifer finds himself meeting the floor unceremoniously with a heavy thud. And a lot of swearing somewhere off camera.]
Son of a-!
[There are some more colorful terms down there with him whining about it. Though interestingly no real anger seems to be in his tone. Just a lot of complaints. Mostly because he knew this was coming and asked for it. After a few moments he gets back up, straightens his shirt, and plops right back on Nida's shoulder.
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Son of a-!
[There are some more colorful terms down there with him whining about it. Though interestingly no real anger seems to be in his tone. Just a lot of complaints. Mostly because he knew this was coming and asked for it. After a few moments he gets back up, straightens his shirt, and plops right back on Nida's shoulder.
Not as heavy this time.]
You're a chocobo's ass, Nida.
[So he has declared and so it shall be.]