A/N: Dedicated to Pastry, for her birthday.

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Over the years, Seifer had developed certain ... habits.

Of course, they were not anything particularly bad, just sometimes a little shocking. Music had always been a favorite of Seifer's, especially heavy metal. It was not unnatural to see Seifer's shed door open, strumming his air guitar and singing quite off-key to 'For Whom The Bell Tolls'. And this did scare the neighbors, at times, when they heard a certain phrase you thought you only heard from the Kool-Aid man.

The screech of "OH YEAH!" could be heard through the neighborhood as 'Bodies' blasted through the quiet 7 P.M. evening. This was about the time that Seifer's youngest daughter Masia, now 14, pulled into the driveway as Seifer rocked his air guitar. Walking out on the driveway to the shed, she smiled at her boyfriend. "Um, Bryant. This is my father, Seifer Almasy." Bryant looked to Seifer, a little shocked. He had expected someone ... different. Instead what he got was a tall, slightly beer-gutted man with very light blonde hair and gray-blue eyes. One, of course, who was strumming to some godawful rock song. Masia grinned at her dad, and introduced Bryant. "Dad, this is Bryant Smith. He lives down the street from us."

Seifer looked down at the kid. Something seemed familiar about him, but he could not quite place it. He looked ... wimpy. Not for his daughter. A very skinny child with black hair and large green eyes. He reminded him of a house-elf from Harry Potter, and he frowned and squinted. "I know you." He said it simply, and stared at Bryant for a moment.

And then, it came back to him.

"GODAMMIT," he shouted. Masia looked a little upset at her father's shouting. She turned to look at Hayner staring out the window with a worried expression on his face. She turned around, the next thing she knew Seifer had pulled Bryant closer. "Are you the little dickfuck who killed my mailbox a few years ago? You sure don't look that young, boy." Bryant looked like he was sweating buckets as he stared, frightened by the older man. He looked around, and then backed off. "I ... uh ... well ... y-yes, but I didn't r-realize that t-t-this is y-your house, suh-s-sir." Masia frowned at Bryant.

"I think you should go home, Bryant," she said quietly. He gulped and nodded frantically, looking for his car keys. He practically ran to the car and watched him speed down the street to his home. After a few moments, Seifer laughed hard and long, and before you knew it Masia had joined in. Seifer wiped tears of mirth from his cheeks and grinned.

The song had ended long ago, Masia knew, but she listened very closely and before you knew it, the familiar shout of "OH YEAH!!" could be heard from miles around. The rest of the night was spent laughing about Bryant and the mailbox vandals.

And possibly, it was one of the best nights of Seifer's life.