"Chicken Wuss is giving me dirty looks again," Seifer muttered out of the side of his mouth, dragging a spoonful of cereal up to his mouth.
"And I care because... why?" The confused look on Squall's face was almost comical.
"Because he's your friend," Seifer explained, the invisibly tacked on 'duh' nearly audible, even to Squall, whose only response was a cold glower.
"Are you gonna eat that?" The blond reached over for a piece of bacon from Squall's plate, but his hand was smacked sharply.
"Yes." Squall picked up the bacon he had been ignoring just moments before and took a pointed bite from it and then placed it back on his plate, staring at Seifer meaningfully.
"Tch, fine," Seifer scoffed, casually returning to his breakfast. Too casually.
Sure enough, when Squall turned to look at what sort of ruckus Zell was starting at the other table, Seifer had reached over and stolen the half-eaten breakfast meat. Squall treated Seifer's triumphant grin with a kick to the leg.