050. Spade.

Hayner scowled at the stuttering and stumbling Seifer, the elder trying to explain why, exactly, a girl had just happened to have thrown herself at him as his boyfriend had walked around the corner, in such a way that it looked as if they were enjoying a nice make-out session.

"Keep digging your own grave, Seifer," the smaller spat, eyes narrowing dangerously before he turned around and began to walk away, only stopping once to shout over his shoulder, "A spade might help, though."