"Morning, Seifer," Rinoa said cheerfully, arms wrapped around one of Squall's. Seifer gave the two of them a once-over and raised his eyebrows. Leonhart's clothes were less than their usually perfectly pressed self. Not to say that he was disheveled, no. That would never happened. But someone who watched Leonhart as closely as he did could tell that maybe Squall was a bit rushed in getting dressed this morning.
Seifer had to hold back a sneer.
"Good morning, Rinoa, my darling," he said smoothly, moving closer and wrapping an arm around her slim waist. He smiled his best, most charming smile, ignoring the confused look swimming in Squall's eyes.
Squall knew him too well to take his flirtations at face-value.