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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[ponytailedturk]

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.