Tseng's hands were neatly clasped behind his back as he stood and observed the Academy students at work, supervising less to make certain nobody shot themselves in the foot, and more to see if they were raising up any promising Turks material here. But he was distracted, today, by an extra presence on the outskirts of the range. A presence he'd been made aware of, but still hadn't quite decided how to approach since Rufus' arrival back in Midgar. Intel had suggested that Rufus was out of sorts during this trip, and that phrase alone had him pausing to consider the boy's reasons for returning at all.
After a good twenty minutes, he decided that there wasn't anybody promising in the range now who wouldn't still be promising tomorrow, and he turned to approach Rufus, hands still clasped behind him, expression mild, if curious.
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Date: 2016-12-15 12:39 am (UTC)After a good twenty minutes, he decided that there wasn't anybody promising in the range now who wouldn't still be promising tomorrow, and he turned to approach Rufus, hands still clasped behind him, expression mild, if curious.