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"Behave."

If Squall embodied ice, Zell personified fire. Everything seemed to roll effortlessly off Squall's back with indifference in contrast to Zell who forever seemed incapable of that indifference. He was as subtle as a bull in a China store and just as reckless as one.

Talking poorly about SeeD was a sure fire way to get on Zell's bad side. With Squall's pointed and sharp instruction, Zell's inhaled sharply and his tightened fist attempted to relax. The offender should be thanking his new birthday Squall was present.

"Should've let me lay 'em out," Zell grumbled the moment they were out of earshot.

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Zell Dincht

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