Old habits die hard. Especially for the stubbornly contrary who, despite ample evidence that perhaps it would be a good idea to change methods, staunchly refuse to listen to good advice. Perhaps purely on the grounds that it came from someone else.

It was probably the better method to simply let Seifer stand and suffer for his own pride and stubbornness until he finally came around to understanding that the only person making him freeze was himself. It took some time, standing there shivering, but eventually the weather won out forcing Seifer to abandon his pointless quest to prove... who even knew what at this point. Even he didn't know what.

As quietly as possible he stepped just inside, not daring to move any further into the house with his parade of room filling elephants. No, instead he'd simply hover there, grateful for the warmth and lack of wind, but still refusing to move too far away from the door. Too proud to admit defeat, even against elements no one can hope to win against. There was a mountain of things he could say, thanks might be a good one, instead he opted for silence. Awkward.