"If they made people SeeD for that, they'd make them SeeD for pissing of from your duty too," Nida countered, dancing out of the way of the next snowball. From the hard sound as it hit the barricade behind him, that one was packed harder.

Note to self: don't get hit.

"Really sad to see someone with a serious case of rank envy, Seifer. It's okay, I know you are just jealous of how good the rest of us look in our nice crisp uniforms. Guess SeeD dress uniforms don't come in your size."

There's no actual bite to the words, mostly because strangely enough, he's warming up and this is a better workout than a routine is anyway. Dare he say it, he's almost having fun slinging snow and insults. And the advantage here is that he knows hitting with either could easily sting for Seifer. Another two snowballs from the pile, nearly the end of it, end up in his hands and he throws them for Seifer's knees this time. Because he wouldn't mind claiming he kneecapped Seifer.