"Seifer Almasy!" It would be a very imperious and demanding sounding voice all on its own, but she may have undercut it by stomping her bare feet like she was in the middle of a tantrum. Which she was. She was cold and he was stubborn and she didn't want to yell at him that this was why they didn't work out, but, well, it wouldn't be entirely incorrect. There were a lot of reasons they didn't, but being a little too similar in their temper was one of them.

Ugh. She was not going to deal with this. Her peakitten Julia looked up, confused about why mommy was so upset, but she wasn't going to that door nope. Rinoa moved forward and grabbed a very firm hold of his jacket and tugged him as hard as she could into the house. She meant it when she said she'd drag him. She warned him!