"Are you ever planning on getting out of bed today?" Squall asked him.
Well, all right, that's a lie. Squall more glared, and Seifer, in his infinite wisdom of all things Squall-related, inferred what that glare meant.
"Why are you covered in... what in Hyne's name are you covered in?" Seifer asked in disgust, slowly drawing the blanket down.
"Blobra," was Squall's sharp reply as he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Seifer smirked at his lover's retreating behind. Maybe he would get out of bed....