For a moment, silence seemed to have come to the sandlot after two loud thuds rang out. Jacob blinked, his brain having to finish processing what just happened before him. One second… two seconds…
“…WOOOO!” A cheer roars out of Jacob. “Way to go Zack!” Jacob had to admit to himself that he was on edge as he watched the fight. Several times it seemed like one of them had the blow, only to escape from being struck.
Hearing the voices of Rai and Fuu, Jacob could only just turn his head and raise a brow at Rai’s attempt to downplay Seifer’s defeat. Props to them for supporting their boss and all, but a loss is a loss and making excuses for it is pretty sad, if not insulting towards not just Zack, but Seifer too. And judging by said boy's voice, it’s likely he felt somewhat the same.
As Jacob saw Seifer, along with Rai and Fuu quickly moving to follow, leaving the lot, he couldn’t help himself as he gave a cheeky wave to their retreating backs and called out in response to Fuu’s earlier comment with a grin, “See you all at the Tournament~!”
His grin slipped a little though, as Vivi seemed to be taking it hard at losing his rough training with Seifer. The poor guy sounded miserable as he said an apology before he too ran off, though he was alone. With him gone too, all who remained were the four of them.
The sound of Droka’s voice broke him from his thoughts. Hearing what the other boy had to say, Jacob simply offered him a nod. “No worries. We’ll let him be for now. And should we stumble upon him at a later time, I’ll pass along what you said.” He flashes a quick thumbs up, before seeing that Zack seemed to have drifted away a little bit, his focus seemingly locked on to one of the alleyways. “Hey Jules, we should go check on Zack. He seems to be out of it.”
Approaching his friend, Jacob clasps a hand onto Zack's shoulder, who now was on his knees. “You alright there? You’re looking like you saw a ghost or something.” Jacob took the moment to look where Zack had been gazing before, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him.