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\e\x\i\t\ Next Exit /n/e/x/t/

A Kingdom Hearts FanFic by Mayfall

- - - - - - - Chapter Five: Jumping Beans - - - - - - -

After Seifer got some coffee – that he made Hayner make for him – he had woken up fully, and Hayner had gone into the bathroom and borrowed some of Seifer's gel, and fixed his hair. And with that, they were ready to go. The two of them had proceeded to put their shoes on, Seifer grabbing a jacket for himself and one for Hayner to borrow since it was so cold out, and then headed toward the door of the apartment.

Just as they were walking out the door, however, Seifer made a small noise of exclamation, as he remembered something.

"Oh, yeah." Hayner looked at him as he reached toward a ring of keys, hanging on the wall next to the door. "We have to visit Rai today." He scooped Rai's house key on his finger – a copy made by Rai's family for Seifer years ago – and tucked it into his pocket.

"Rai?" Hayner asked as the two finally made it out the door and started walking toward the stairs. "The graduate Rai? Isn't he at college?"

"He took some courses online before actually going to a college campus," Seifer explained. "And now he's got a cold, so I promised to visit him."

Hayner looked at him, surprised. "Really? Seifer, that's so... uncharacteristically nice of you."

Seifer shoved a hand into Hayner's face, pretending to do it out of anger. But the truth was, he was blocking him from seeing a slight red in his cheeks that arrived with the compliment. "Shaddap. I'm plenty nice. But only to the people I like. Which is why you shouldn't expect much."

"Puh!" Hayner growled, swatting his hand out of his face. "Yeah, well, you shouldn't expect too much from me, either." With a 'hmph', Hayner stalked through the door to the stairs, pushing it open hard and not bothering to hold it for Seifer. Instead, Seifer just kicked it open for himself, and followed after Hayner, his hands in his jacket pockets, a smirk on his face.

The sound of heavy footsteps filled the vicinity of the stairwell, bouncing back and forth across the walls, making it sound like 50 Hayners and 50 Seifers were flouncing down the concrete steps. Fifty Hayners... I don't think I could handle that many, Seifer thought darkly, watching the bouncing back of the boy in front of him. Dealing with one temperamental, touchy, outburst-prone Hayner was enough. And there was something else there, beneath his spiky-haired exterior – some other emotion he hadn't figured out yet. Seifer was only just beginning to notice it this past day or two – after all, it wasn't like he actually got to interact with Hayner that much on a daily basis. A few struggle battles every year, a taunt every now and again, maybe even a competition between their groups of friends, but never eating dinner and breakfast together, or watching television together, or seeing what his sleeping face looked like...

Seifer scratched his nose to once more cover his cheeks, but he didn't have to worry – Hayner wasn't looking at him, even as he turned the corner in the stairwell to descend even further. I'm just beginning to see him in a new light, that's all... That's why he felt so weird.

That's why.

So, ignoring any other possibility to explain his blushing cheeks, Seifer galloped down the last level of stairs, and once more had to kick open the door of the stairs as Hayner didn't bother to stop to hold it for him. This time, however, he only made it a few steps before he caught up with Hayner, who seemed to have calmed down enough to allow Seifer to walk with him. After all, Seifer was his guide from this point on. Hayner didn't remember anything about navigation from yesterday – he had been too tired – so Seifer would have to show him around now.

"So... You said after breakfast, you were going to show me where you work?" Hayner asked, attempting to find a place to start at.

"Yup," Seifer said, pushing open the front doors of the apartment complex open. "I'll tell you about it in a minute. Before that, what do you want to eat?"

Hayner looked out at the street in front of him, and blinked, momentarily distracted from the thought of food by the sights in front of him. He almost forgot how busy this part of town was, even more so on a Saturday morning. People moved in large groups, moving from shop to shop, with bags that grew in number each time someone left a store. It was Christmas time, after all. Everyone was shopping to their heart's content – but they'd all regret it, come tax day...

Something Hayner hadn't noticed before was the Christmas decorations up around the town. He was shocked, suddenly, as he really only just realized how close the upcoming holiday was... Hadn't Seifer said something about it only being a few days away?

"Oi!" A snap in front of his face startled Hayner out of his thoughts. "Chicken-wuss!" He looked at Seifer, blinking. "I asked what you wanted for breakfast. The tram is coming, so we need to decide if we should hop on or not." He pointed past Hayner to a slowly approaching red and gold tram, with 'Twilight College District' written in fancy lettering across the side of the vehicle.

Hayner stared at it for a moment, thinking about his choice of breakfast. "Um... Crepes!" He decided – every Saturday his mother would make crepes for breakfast, but since he wasn't home this Saturday, he would be missing out.

"Crepes it is, chicken-wuss. Now hurry – that means we've got to get on the tram, c'mon." Seifer hustled away, his hands sliding out of his pockets so that he could run more efficiently.

Hayner followed suit, rushing after him. He glanced back and forth as they ran, soaking up the sights around the apartment building. A coffee shop on the far corner, a post office opposite the apartment building, a bookshop next to that...

Hayner arrived next to Seifer and looked at the tram, and was shocked to see it so close already. A flashback of yesterday flew before his eyes, and he took a step back. Seifer glanced at him, and, sensing his nervousness, shook his head and grabbed Hayner's arm in his grasp. "You'll be fine," he murmured, and held an arm in the air to signal the tram to slow down. It wouldn't come to a stop – it never did, except for wheelchairs and the elderly – so they would have to jump on.

It puffed closer, the wheels slowing down to only about a mile per hour, crawling toward them. It was like a ski lift, this way.

Holding Hayner tightly, Seifer grabbed the railing to the left of the tram doorway, and hoisted Hayner in first. Shakily, Hayner grabbed at the right railing, and pulled his way inside, feeling a burst of adrenaline. It wasn't like this system was new to him – true, he had never been to the college district, as it was a rule that only students of the college and the people living in the district could visit the district (in an attempt to keep underage drinking to a minimum, as most of the bars in the College District didn't card), – but there was a tram just like this that ran along the length of the shopping district of the main village of Twilight Town. He had done this a million times, he reminded himself as he clung desperately to the first open seat next to the door. Million times... Done it before... But with what had happened yesterday... The train... and the idea of dying... And then Seifer...!

Hayner flinched involuntarily as Seifer clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, chicken-wuss. Look, you made it. Amazing! Now sit down..." He had, of course, noticed Hayner's less than graceful entrance onto the trolley, as well as a few other people did – several passengers were looking at him oddly – but he wasn't going to make fun of him too much for it. It was the next morning after almost being run over. He couldn't laugh at him yet – tomorrow, he would. But for today, he was going to work hard to be extra nice to him.

"Uh," was all Hayner could choke out, before moving to sit down. Hayner settled into the seat next to the window and leaned against the inner wall of the tram to steady himself.

He had practically forgotten about the near train accident and how close it had come to... to... Hayner closed his eyes tight, trying to erase to image of headlights embedded on his eyelids. He could have died. Died a horrible, gruesome, bloody, painful death... But thanks to the person sitting next to him, he was still alive. In fact, thanks to Seifer he even had a place to crash for a few nights. And, even though it was Seifer, it was still nice to have company after running away from home like this. Before this, he honestly would have thought that no company would be better than Seifer's company. But now that he was living with him...

Hey, don't think like that. It was only one night. Who knows? Maybe he'll actually throw you out or something tonight... Sure, Hayner didn't really think that. But he didn't want to give his hopes up anyway.

It really is all thanks to Seifer, and --... Hey. Hayner looked up, out the window, thinking. Did I... ever even thank him?

Hayner looked toward Seifer, and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a sound out, Seifer interrupted him.

"We're here." He stood up, instinctively grabbing Hayner's arm – something Hayner was glad of, since he wasn't sure he would be able to stand so willingly.

"S-So soon?" Hayner stuttered, watching the scenery flash by.

Seifer glanced at him, and pulled him down onto the step in front of the door. "Yeah- it's a short ride." He sent him a sideways glance. "But, uh... I'll ask the driver to stop, just this once."

"Really?" Hayner asked, looking up at Seifer suddenly. "You will? Oh, thank god..."

Seifer nodded, and looked out the ever-open doorway. He could see the crepe shop from here. Just one hop, and they'd be there.

"Look – here." Seifer took one of Hayner's hands in his own, making Hayner look down at it, his cheeks going red. "We'll jump together, okay? So-"

"I can do it just fine, Seifer!" Hayner snapped suddenly, tearing his hand away. He was embarrassed about how his heart was pounding. He was a man, d-mnit! He could do this! "And don't tell him to stop – I'll jump alone, while it's moving, just like always!"

Seifer felt a sudden, evil urge. "Alright," he breathed through clenched teeth. "Fine. Fine." Screw being nice. This kid was a punk. He'd show him...!

"On the count of three, then, chicken-wuss." Seifer raised an eyebrow, and positioned himself behind Hayner.

Hayner went pale. Could he really do this?

"One..." He started to regret this. He didn't want to jump. He looked at the ground, whizzing away at what felt like a million miles per hour, but what could only be about one, and felt sick. He'd jump, then he'd get caught under a wheel, and then he'd be squished over and over by the cars behind the tram...

"Two..." He wasn't going to do this! Hayner started to turn toward Seifer, was going to apologize and tell him to ask the driver to stop...

But all of a sudden, a strong hand on his back alerted him to an evil, evil Seifer, saying in an evil, evil voice, "Three!", and he felt himself being pushed forward. And then he was hurtling toward the pavement, his arms waving around wildly, feeling his connection to the tram being lost as he feet slipped off the bottom step...

... And then he felt two familiar arms wrapping themselves around his midsection, that pulled him forward and down so that his feet hit the road solidly – he didn't even stumble. The tram whizzed away behind them.

He clutched desperately to Seifer's arms as he felt adrenaline pumping through his veins. Seifer laughed slightly, and Hayner felt rage like never before.

"Seifer!" He screeched, his voice shaking. "I hate you! I hate you so much!" Why did he do that?! Why?!

"Hey now," Seifer said, pulling him along out of the road. "Don't be like that." Hayner could tell by his voice that he was smiling. Oh, how he hated Seifer... What was he going to say now? 'Once a chicken-wuss, always a chicken-wuss'?

"Now you know that even if you ever start to fall like that ever again, there'll be time for me to save you. So, as long as you're near me, you'll never have to worry about death-by-vehicle ever again. So, you're just going to have to always be with me."

...

Hayner blushed. Full-out blushed. He looked down at the arms still holding him tight, and blushed. Did Seifer just say...?

He did. And he couldn't believe it, either. Seifer, himself, had only just realized what that had sounded like... He was just trying to point out that Hayner had nothing to fear! He wasn't going to die or anything! But, he had phrased it so poorly that it sounded like...

"You're just going to have to always be with me."

The two just stood there awkwardly, Seifer still with his arms around Hayner, Hayner still clutching onto them. They were in the middle of the sidewalk, too, so people passing had to walk around them, and they stared as they did so.

"A lover's meeting?" An old woman whispered to her companion, trying not to be overhead, but being so anyway.

Hayner let go all of a sudden. He felt that if he blushed any harder, his nose would start bleeding. And then his ears. And then his eyes. And then he'd just be one, big, bloody mess, bleeding all over the sidewalk. "So.. Crepes, right?"

Following his lead, Seifer took his arms back. "Uh, yeah. Over there. Follow me."

"Kay," Hayner muttered, looking down until Seifer had passed him, so that he didn't see how red his face was.

-x-x-x-x-

An awkward conversation and few crepes later, they found themselves hopping on another tram – Hayner both entering and leaving the vehicle without Seifer's help. It was true: he didn't fear it nearly as much this morning. If anything, he was afraid of falling again, so that Seifer would have to come near him. Because he didn't know if he would be able to handle being that close to Seifer again.

A long walk to Central Station followed, and then a short ride to Sunset Station, and another walk all the way to Rai's house. Even after the long commute, the two still felt semi-awkward about the incident this morning, but they were both trying to forget it.

"This is where Rai lives?" Hayner asked, surprised, looking up at the building before them. It was so cold now, that he was hugging the borrowed Seifer's coat close to him. It made him feel dizzy whenever he took a deep breath, since it smelled so strongly of Seifer.

"Yeah – why?" Seifer asked, questioning the astonishment in his voice.

"Well, it just practically shares a backyard with my neighbor's house." He pointed past Rai's house, to the dark blue one behind it. It was facing the opposite way, but Hayner could recognize it from here. "We live to the left of that house. I had no idea we lived so close..."

Seifer glanced at him, and then walked up to the front of the house. He unlocked and opened the front door without knocking, and instead yelled up at the stairs, "Hey, Rai, it's me!"

"What if he's sleeping?" Hayner, who followed him in, started to ask, but Rai shouted back.

"Ah, great! I thought you forgot, y'know?" Seifer dropped his shoes next to the pairs near the door, and Hayner followed his example.

"He won't mind that I'm here, right?" Hayner whispered, glancing around the house as he dropped his shoes next to Seifer's.

"Nah." Seifer led the way up the stairs to Rai's room, and knocked once before opening the door.

"Hey, man." Seifer offered a wave in greeting. "How're you feeling?" Rai was lying in bed like yesterday, but this time his television was on the discovery channel, rather than Spongebob.

"Loads better. I think it was the soup, y'kno – Hayner?" Rai blinked curiously up at Hayner as he slid awkwardly into the room after Seifer.

"Uh, hi, Rai..." Hayner shifted against the doorframe. "Uh... I'm sorry to hear you're sick." He looked at Seifer pleadingly, in hopes he would think of a good excuse as to why he was here...

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot," Seifer said casually. He hadn't forgotten at all – he just wanted to make Hayner suffer. "Hayner got kicked out of his house yesterday cause he was caught reading porn, so he's crashing at my place until he finds the circus-of-his-choice to run away with. What'cha watching?" Seifer moved further into the room, and sat on the edge of Rai's bed, reaching for the remote.

Hayner stood in the doorway, mortified. Rai looked at him strangely, and Hayner felt his cheeks burn. "Uh..."

Rai just shrugged. "Happens to the best of us, y'know? Deadliest Catch marathon," he explained to Seifer, and settled against his pillows as Seifer turned up the volume with a nod of approval.

"Guess so," Hayner squeaked in response. He was going to kill Seifer. Strangle him, cut him up into tiny pieces, burn the pieces, and finally send the ashes down the garbage disposal. He was going to kill him.

Seifer glanced up at him, his eyes glinting with victory. "Well don't just stand there, chicken-wuss. Go sit over there." And he gestured toward the chair by the window. Hayner stuttered, and then hurried across the room to go sit down.

During the show, they talked over the sounds of crabs being lifted on deck, and over the bleeped out swearwords of Alaskain crab fishermen, as Hayner asked Rai about his college and his online courses. They made a lot of small talk, during which Hayner pointed out his house to both of them out the window – from Rai's window, they could just see the topmost part of the roof of Hayner's house.

Rai seemed to accept Seifer's story, and almost respected Hayner for it, so Hayner didn't bother to set him straight. Rai and him became friends almost instantly, as they connected over small things – favorite sports team, favorite ship on Deadliest Catch, favorite episode of Spongebob (at which point Seifer laughed at both of them) – and Hayner actually started to enjoy himself. He should have felt weird, sitting there in the room of one of his rivals, with two of the three there, but he was actually fine with it. Rai – even Seifer – could be nice, once Hayner got to know him.

It was going perfectly fine, until Rai suggested Hayner turn up the heater in the corner of his room, when he saw Hayner shivering slightly.

"Uh, sure," Hayner said, getting up from the chair and crossing over to the heater by the door. He bent down in front of it, and paused. Where's.. the 'on' button? "Uh..." He looked to the left of it, then to right. Where was the knob-y thing?!

"Jesus, chicken-wuss. You can't do anything right, can you?" Seifer suddenly appeared behind Hayner, and Hayner stiffened.

"It's not my fault! I don't know how to work it!" He glared at the heater, refusing to look at Seifer. He was so close...

"Look." Seifer leaned over him, one hand on his hip, the other pointing to a crack in the top of the heater. "You just pop that open," he slid his thumbnail under it, and the small door swung open, "and there's the knob." He turned it to the right, and it hummed to life. "Get it, lamer?"

"U-uh-huh..." Hayner stuttered.

Seifer turned to look at him, to see what was wrong with him now, and he immediately realized why. He was standing over Hayner, practically trapping him under his body. His legs were on either side of Hayner, pretty much pinning him in-between his legs. And their faces were so close. Their faces were close enough that, if Seifer wanted to, he could lean in and kiss him without much effort. Just close his eyes and –

Whoa...

Wait.

What?

... What?!

Seifer jumped back so fast, it was like he had been electrocuted. Hayner fell over, off his knees, and onto his butt, staring up, wide-eyed at Seifer, his face positively glowing. Seifer had his hand over his face, his index finger knuckle pressing into his lips. He looked down at Hayner, his beanie lopsided from the sudden jump.

Hayner looked up at him, panting from his spot on the floor. What was.. that?

Rai, from his spot on the bed, looked at the two of them suspiciously, his eyes narrowed as he glanced from one face to the other.

There was a moment of silence as Seifer looked down at Hayner, and Hayner looked back at him, feeling an odd pounding in his chest. A few seconds passed, and then Rai cleared his throat.

"Hey – Hayner?" Hayner looked over at Rai, his mouth hanging open slightly, his cheeks tinted red. "Could you get me a bowl of soup? Cause I'm feeling a little sick, y'know? The soups are in the cabinet next to the fridge."

"Uh – s-sure." Hayner leapt to his face, not daring to look at Seifer, who had turned his back on both of them, and was fixing his beanie. He rushed from the room, tripping over his own feet in his rush.

The door closed after him, and left Rai and Seifer alone in the room.

"Coming up next, on Deadliest Catch!" Rai reached for the remote, and turned it down, his eyes glued to Seifer's back.

"... Seif?" Rai said at last. Seifer ignored him. He finished fixing his appearance, and turned, without a word, to go look out the window. Rai watched him as he walked across the room.

"Seifer." There was the creak of the bed as Rai sat up more. "What was that, y'know?"

"What was what?" Seifer snapped, turning to glare at Rai. The teenager glared at his friend, embarrassed and angry. "Nothing happened."

Rai frowned. "Seifer... Did you..." Seifer prepared himself. This wasn't going to be good... He was going to call him on it. He was going to point it out. D-mn, if even Rai could tell, then Hayner, surely...

Rai opened his mouth to finish his sentence. "Did you..."

Here it comes...

"... Burn yourself?"

...

Seifer let out a relieved chuckle. "Yeah, Rai. That's right. But I'm fine."

Rai beamed up at him. "Just like Seifer. So strong."

With a grin, Seifer shook his head, bowing it to look at his hands. "Yeah, Rai, that's it."

It was a good thing Rai was so oblivious to life.

---

Downstairs, Hayner fumbled around, his heart beating spastically. What was that? Hayner opened the cabinet next to the fridge, searching for a can of soup. He was standing so close! He withdrew a can of tomato soup, and closed the cabinet door. Why so close? He used the pop-top to open it, careful not to spill any. And why did he pull away like that? He found the bowls on an open shelf, and pulled one down. Talk about awkward. He poured the soup into the bowl, and put it in the microwave for two minutes. He has freckles on his face, I never noticed that before...

Hayner! Hayner stopped moving around, and instead leaned his back against the countertop of Rai's kitchen. He gripped the edge of the counter tightly, and took several deep breaths. Calm down. He had to calm down.

Why was he acting like this anyway?! He started to get angry. Why, why, why, why?! Why was he acting like this?! It was Seifer, Seifer!, for god's sake! His enemy! A jerk! A scoundrel! A moron! An idiot! A... a.. jerk!

He had run out of synonyms.

Still, though. He had no reason to act like this! "God..." He shook his head, and pulled his jacket closer around him. But then he got a strong whiff of Seifer, and that made him even angrier.

The microwave dinged, and Hayner jumped. He had almost forgotten about it... He opened the door of the microwave, and reached for the bowl of soup. Then he paused.

He lifted his hands in front of his face. His fingers were shaking... More adrenaline. Except this time, he didn't get it from jumping off a tram.

He got it from being next to Seifer.

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Three minutes after leaving the room, Hayner brought Rai his soup, the bowl on a plate to keep him from dropping it, and a spoon next to it. He avoided looking at Seifer, who was sitting on the bed again, and came around the bed to pass Rai the soup.

"Ah," Rai said, taking the plate. "Thanks so much, y'know? And are you okay?"

Hayner felt his nerves jump a foot in the air. "Y-Yeah, o-of c-c-course. W-Why w-would y-you th-think..."

Rai and Seifer stared at him. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks. Sh-t. He always stuttered when he felt put-on-the-spot.

"Well," Rai explained, after a long enough pause had gone by, "Seifer burned himself on the heater, so I was wondering if you did. That's why he jumped," he explained at last, reaching for his spoon.

Hayner watched him scoop up a spoonful, and then blow on it. "O-Oh," he said. He finally caved, and glanced at Seifer. Seifer was ignoring him, looking at the television, instead. He looked normal, though. Not blushing anymore, like before – because Hayner was sure he had been blushing.

Hayner felt embarrassed. Was he the only one, then, who thought that exchange was awkward, at all?

There was the sound of a smack of lips. "Mm, good soup, thanks Hayner."

-x-x-x-x-

It was raining and dark outside, when they finally left. They stayed for the entire marathon, as all of them were fans of Deadliest Catch, and Rai was lonely, after all. He couldn't go out at all since he was sick, and so he didn't have any outside contact during the day. So they stayed to keep him company until he was tired enough to go to sleep. They asked if they should make him dinner, but he declined, saying the soup was enough. Then they had exchanged goodbyes, and Seifer and Hayner had left, borrowing an umbrella from Rai with a promise to come back and return it.

As they walked down the street, side-by-side, Seifer holding the umbrella, Hayner's heart jumped every time his shoulder bumped into Seifer's. He looked anywhere but at Seifer, and kept his lips to keep from bursting out with things like: 'Why did you jump like that?!' 'You were blushing!' 'You didn't really get burned, did you?!' But he wouldn't dare. Never. Not if Seifer would think he was weird, and tell him he was imaging things.

For some reason, he'd rather hear nothing at all than that.

"Hey," Seifer said unexpectedly, and Hayner's heart rolled over. He stopped walking, forcing Hayner to stop as well, unless he wanted to get wet.

Seifer was looking at Hayner, and Hayner looked up sulkily at him, trying to avoid blushing for no reason at all. "What?"

"While we're here," Seifer said slowly, and then looked past Hayner, to something behind him, "do you want to go look at your house? Yunno, to make sure they're not, like, contacting the police or anything?"

Hayner frowned, and looked over his shoulder. They were about a block away from his house, as they had reached the end of Rai's street. If they walked down the length of the street behind it, they would reach his house, but...

Hayner shook his head. "No. I don't want them to see me. It's better if they think I'm far away..." He frowned more. This was depressing. His home was so close, but he didn't dare and go there. Not to see them, or anything...

An elbow in his side broke him of his thoughts. He looked up to see Seifer grinning down at him.

"Hey, hey, chicken-wuss," Seifer poked him again in the ribs with his elbow. "What's with the serious expression? Trying to be the tough guy?"

Hayner smiled despite himself, and shoved Seifer slightly. "Hell no." He grinned, and then asked, "What are we eating for dinner?"

"Whatever you're buying," Seifer said with a shrug, and started walking again.

"How can I buy anything?" Hayner retorted, falling into stride with him. "You stole my wallet."

Seifer blinked. "Oh, yeah." He paused, then said, "Alright, then. Leftovers it is."

"Here-here," Hayner agreed.

-x-x-x-x-

After the door had been closed downstairs, and he heard Seifer lock the door behind him, Rai had turned off the television, and turned off his lamp, rolling over to go to sleep.

There's something going on between them, y'know? He thought to himself, staring out the window, the tip of Hayner's house just visible. He grinned slightly, lying there alone. Sorry, Hayner, but Seifer can be a little thick sometimes, y'know? It'll take him a while to figure it all out, y'know? But he will. And boy, when he does... Rai snickered a little, and then allowed his sick body to be carried off to sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Uh... Yeah. Not a lot of action happens around Twilight Town, huh? But, on the bright side, I have the entire rest of the story planned out! And I filled in a lot of holes that there were before, too. :3

Also, I'm going to throw a lot of unnecessary action into the next chapter. For reals. It'll be a bit ridiculous, but, oh well. xD This story needs more action, so more action it will get! :O!

Also, to explain the title of the chapter: They jump from a tram, Seifer jumps away from Hayner, and Seifer wears a 'bean'ie. Plus, I think jumping beans jump when they get warm, and the boys got warm because of the heater. :3 Ohohoho...