An Academy Shooting Range, ShinRa Building, Midgar, Gaia, Wednesday Afternoon

[studyingfear]

It said something about how unsettled Rufus was after Fandom's latest... adventure... that he'd voluntarily opted for going home when no one and nothing was expecting him, or needed him, there. Dark Nation came along, of course, and the half-grown dog anxiously haunted Rufus' footsteps as Rufus went through the motions of being the useless, worthless heir. Someone was always watching, after all. But while normally he made it challenging for the watchers, if only because it was their fault if they got lazy watching him and he hated lazy workers, on this visit, he didn't bother.

Rufus lingered near the shooting ranges, watching the Academy students practice but never making any move to do any himself. When he wasn't there, he was in his room. Usually, Rufus despised such empty predictability and routine, but he had a lot of think about and there was something comforting about the near constant sound of guns going off and Dark Nation's presence as he brooded.

And it was brooding.

Unusual, that.

[For a Turk!]

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[studyingfear]

It didn't last long, not once Rufus realized that Tseng was speaking again, but for a second there was something tired and... fragile, almost, in Rufus' expression as he watched the shooters. It made him look as young as he was. He rarely acted his age, except when deliberately acting out, but this wasn't planned and it was gone the moment he realized it was there.

"I'll consider it," he said.

[ponytailedturk]

"That's all I can ask."

Well, that wasn't strictly true. Tseng could ask anything he damn well pleased. That didn't mean he was going to get any of it. He turned his attention back toward the shooters, and fell back into silence.