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"[color=00aeef]If the... quote on quote 'training method' you were employing with Vivi was any indication, he managed to qualify in [i]spite[/i] of you, not because of you.[/color]" Droka stated bluntly as he turned towards Seifer for a moment. Taking a second to check the time of day, Droka took a deep breath before he took a gamble to show just how serious his words were. The way he was standing, the sun was behind him and there was a building between the two of them, but his hand still shook slightly as he reached up and pulled his tainted glasses down to expose his bare eyes to the bully... even if he needed to squint them due to how bright the world around him was.

His heart started to beat quicker, his breathing started to get deeper and faster while his skin felt like bugs were darting across it as panic started to take hold. Anyone seeing him would easily be able to recognize that he was terrified and clearly fighting the urge just to put the glasses back on... and all those present would easily know why; If the glare of the sun bounced off the wrong thing at this moment, Droka's world would be nothing but pain and he would fall to the world screaming in agony. The fact that he took off his glasses was akin to someone lighting a bunsen burner during science class and then starting to lower their bare hand closer and closer to the flame.

And yet... his sickly, almost inhuman looking gaze was locked on Seifer. "[color=00aeef]'Sink or Swim' teaching methods are stupid. Either you're expecting Vivi to suddenly be a fighter on your level instinctively, or you're going to be spending all your time 'training' him beating him into the ground to boost your own ego. Either train Vivi how to fight properly, or don't do it at all. Understood?[/color]"

He wanted to put the glasses back on. He wanted to stop being an idiot and just put the glasses back on before it was too late but... he needed Seifer to acknowledge his point first. This had become a very painful game of chicken; Seifer had nothing to lose because if the worst happened, everyone here would be able to honestly say that Droka took off his own glasses and thus whatever happened was self inflicted... but he would have to watch Droka crying, screaming and squirming on the ground in pain, alongside everyone else at Sandlot...  

Droka [i]really[/i] hoped that the phantom pain of his eyes burning wasn't an ill omen for things to come. He had just wanted to get some shopping done and go home where it was nice and dark. Why did he have to freaking care about a friend who had left him behind for this jerk and his jerky cheersquad?!