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rissicatFor Elvaron, who doesn't read my journal at all, thank goodness....
FF7, Rufus and the Turks, 350 words
It was during his long convalescence, when he had far too much time on his hands, long tedious hours where he could do nothing but lay in bed and think, that Rufus realized how very little he knew about the Turks.
Certainly, he saw them daily, those men and women who had dedicated their lives and their loyalty to Shinra. To him. And of course he knew the easy things - Rude was strong but silent, Reno was a smart ass slacker, Elena was an overeager newbie. But if someone had asked him "What motivates them?", he would have assumed money for the most part... maybe booze, especially in regard to the sarcastic redhead.
Having noted the deficiency, he decided in his typical Shinra style to solve it in the most direct method. Years of working beside them in the rarefied corporate atmosphere proved that the offices were less than conducive to the addressing the problem, so he'd go out drinking with them. And he did.
Awkward wouldn't begin to describe that first night. It was worse than any arranged date he'd ever had to endure at his father's orders because he knew these people, had known them for years, and everything was still hideously stilted, their conversation fitful and cautious.
Rufus was never a quitter, though, and attached himself to them again shortly thereafter. This time it went a little better due to the social lubricant known as alcohol. Before he knew it they went from "we're all drinking" to "we're pretty damn drunk" to "I'm waking up on my couch feeling like crap."
In what was probably an act of masochism, he dragged himself out there with them the following night, refusing to retreat back to the safer territory of the past. When he woke up the next morning, he was no less hung-over, but whomever had brought him home had at least removed his shoes.
Through persistence, he learned that Rude liked jazz and aged bourbon. And that unsurprisingly Reno loved spicy food. But it was a regretfully unrequited affair and as a result there was a bottle of antacid always tucked in the storage box of his copter. And that Elena had a new shoe fetish that bordered on her needing to find professional help.
He thought that perhaps they might actually like him a little the morning that he woke up in his own bed. However he was pretty damned sure they did on the day that he dragged himself off of his pillow to find that they'd put him to bed scandalously nude, and hidden every duster and jacket in his wardrobe.
FF7, Rufus and the Turks, 350 words
It was during his long convalescence, when he had far too much time on his hands, long tedious hours where he could do nothing but lay in bed and think, that Rufus realized how very little he knew about the Turks.
Certainly, he saw them daily, those men and women who had dedicated their lives and their loyalty to Shinra. To him. And of course he knew the easy things - Rude was strong but silent, Reno was a smart ass slacker, Elena was an overeager newbie. But if someone had asked him "What motivates them?", he would have assumed money for the most part... maybe booze, especially in regard to the sarcastic redhead.
Having noted the deficiency, he decided in his typical Shinra style to solve it in the most direct method. Years of working beside them in the rarefied corporate atmosphere proved that the offices were less than conducive to the addressing the problem, so he'd go out drinking with them. And he did.
Awkward wouldn't begin to describe that first night. It was worse than any arranged date he'd ever had to endure at his father's orders because he knew these people, had known them for years, and everything was still hideously stilted, their conversation fitful and cautious.
Rufus was never a quitter, though, and attached himself to them again shortly thereafter. This time it went a little better due to the social lubricant known as alcohol. Before he knew it they went from "we're all drinking" to "we're pretty damn drunk" to "I'm waking up on my couch feeling like crap."
In what was probably an act of masochism, he dragged himself out there with them the following night, refusing to retreat back to the safer territory of the past. When he woke up the next morning, he was no less hung-over, but whomever had brought him home had at least removed his shoes.
Through persistence, he learned that Rude liked jazz and aged bourbon. And that unsurprisingly Reno loved spicy food. But it was a regretfully unrequited affair and as a result there was a bottle of antacid always tucked in the storage box of his copter. And that Elena had a new shoe fetish that bordered on her needing to find professional help.
He thought that perhaps they might actually like him a little the morning that he woke up in his own bed. However he was pretty damned sure they did on the day that he dragged himself off of his pillow to find that they'd put him to bed scandalously nude, and hidden every duster and jacket in his wardrobe.
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Date: 2007-08-03 02:03 pm (UTC)Squee.
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