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studyingfearAfter yesterday’s conversation, Rufus was feeling... reckless. It fizzled under his skin, irritating him, and further destroying his focus. Not even taking Dark Nation out for a run that went on long enough to completely tucker the puppy out to the point where Rufus had to carry him home had really done much to settle him.
Though he hoped, spitefully, that whichever Turk who’d had to go on the run with him was feeling it. Rufus wasn’t, which likely came as a surprise to them. Or maybe not. He always had been more than fit enough to take care of Dark Nation’s needs. Blaming his further physicality on the island could work. The island was covered in stairs.
But now, with Dark Nation sleeping, Rufus was entirely alone—insofar as anyone was ever really alone in the ShinRa Building.
He thought about what Tseng had talked about yesterday, about how they could be more mutually beneficial to one another, and after running through his list of secrets… well, fine then. He’d throw the poor man a bone. There were several ranges in the ShinRa Building. Some, like the ones he’d been at yesterday, were never empty, always someone in there. There was the one that the Turks favoured, which was quieter.
Then there was the one that, really, should be closed entirely but for some reason the paperwork kept getting lost. Rufus rarely interfered with his father’s work but he’d taken steps years ago to secure his own range. Because he wanted Tseng to be able to find him this time, he wasn’t quite as circumspect as getting to it as he usually was. Tseng would still have to work for it, of course, Rufus wasn’t that nice ever, but Rufus wasn’t flat out disappearing into the depths of the building either.
(The Turks knew many things. Rufus knew the ShinRa Building better than any of them or all of them combined. It had been a study of a lifetime.)
By the time Tseng found him, he’d find Rufus deep within shooting drills of his own. He wore the proper safety equipment, of course, if only because an accident happening during practice was the stupidest thing if he could prevent it.
Rufus, as it turned out, was very good with a gun.
[Again, for a Turk, please!]
Though he hoped, spitefully, that whichever Turk who’d had to go on the run with him was feeling it. Rufus wasn’t, which likely came as a surprise to them. Or maybe not. He always had been more than fit enough to take care of Dark Nation’s needs. Blaming his further physicality on the island could work. The island was covered in stairs.
But now, with Dark Nation sleeping, Rufus was entirely alone—insofar as anyone was ever really alone in the ShinRa Building.
He thought about what Tseng had talked about yesterday, about how they could be more mutually beneficial to one another, and after running through his list of secrets… well, fine then. He’d throw the poor man a bone. There were several ranges in the ShinRa Building. Some, like the ones he’d been at yesterday, were never empty, always someone in there. There was the one that the Turks favoured, which was quieter.
Then there was the one that, really, should be closed entirely but for some reason the paperwork kept getting lost. Rufus rarely interfered with his father’s work but he’d taken steps years ago to secure his own range. Because he wanted Tseng to be able to find him this time, he wasn’t quite as circumspect as getting to it as he usually was. Tseng would still have to work for it, of course, Rufus wasn’t that nice ever, but Rufus wasn’t flat out disappearing into the depths of the building either.
(The Turks knew many things. Rufus knew the ShinRa Building better than any of them or all of them combined. It had been a study of a lifetime.)
By the time Tseng found him, he’d find Rufus deep within shooting drills of his own. He wore the proper safety equipment, of course, if only because an accident happening during practice was the stupidest thing if he could prevent it.
Rufus, as it turned out, was very good with a gun.
[Again, for a Turk, please!]
