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fandomtownies2016-05-10 07:07 am
studyingfear) wrote in fandomtownies2016-05-10 07:07 am
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The Park, Tuesday Afternoon
It was Tuesday.
Rufus didn't have plans for many things on the island yet, aside from his intent to check out both the library and the bookstore in town (he'd passed it on his morning runs), but today was different.
Today, Tseng expected him to check in. This was why Rufus had timed a certain delivery, which he'd discussed with Dante, to be arriving just about now. He wasn't going to pick up his phone, but he wasn't averse to letting Tseng know he was alive.
In his own way.
He was out in the park, since this much green was novel even for him and he was used to blue sky and greenery far more than most residents of Midgar.
"Dark Nation," he called. "Fetch!"
Rufus flung the Frisbee and watched as Dark Nation went tearing off after it eagerly.
It really is just too bad I can't be there to watch him receive it...
Back in Midgar, Tseng was scowling. There had been a delivery to his office just that afternoon, shipped on a rush from Fandom Island, which meant only one thing. And even if there had been any question in his mind as to who had sent the package when it had arrived, opening it had left him absolutely certain.
Certain, and sparkling, as a set of carefully concealed obscene novelty shot-glasses that had been filled to the brim with fine glitter toppled out of the package and onto him, onto his desk, and onto the... figure... of some manner of ruminant in what would have been an appealing shade of greenish-blue, if Tseng had noticed the color of the thing before the, er... apparent function of it.
His jaw clenched and his eyelid twitched, and he immediately tossed the offending thing into the wastepaper basket beside his desk as a familiar red mop of hair poked into the room, followed by the lazy grin of one of the other Turks.
"Yo, Tseng. Boss says to have the report from the President's kid on his desk within the hour, zoto."
Tseng looked evenly at Reno. And then down at the item in the trash.
"Tell Verdot that he's welcome to come and retrieve it."
There was a pause while Reno took in the sight of Tseng, and the glitter, and the sexy little creatures on the shot glasses, and the dog toy in the garbage. And then, all at once, he broke out laughing.
Tseng's eyelid twitched again.
When Reno finally calmed down, a process that felt every bit as long as the three minutes that it actually took, he wiped a tear from one eye, gave Tseng a teasing - infuriating - smirk, and shrugged his shoulders.
"If you say so, yo." He paused. "Hey, you ain't throwin' those shot glasses out, are you?"
"OUT."
The beauty of having a lot of money to throw around on trivial matters meant that Rufus knew almost exactly when the package was due to arrive. Which meant when his phone started vibrating not long after, he knew who it was.
To his endless amusement, the phone kept on vibrating as Tseng kept trying to reach him. He’d listen to the voicemails later.
He was certain they’d be a treat.
In the meantime, he was going to wrestle the Frisbee away from his dog and throw it again and consider the day to be a good one. So far.
[Open post is open! The Midgar Interlude was written by the incomparable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angry_pie_slice and is NFB, please!]
Rufus didn't have plans for many things on the island yet, aside from his intent to check out both the library and the bookstore in town (he'd passed it on his morning runs), but today was different.
Today, Tseng expected him to check in. This was why Rufus had timed a certain delivery, which he'd discussed with Dante, to be arriving just about now. He wasn't going to pick up his phone, but he wasn't averse to letting Tseng know he was alive.
In his own way.
He was out in the park, since this much green was novel even for him and he was used to blue sky and greenery far more than most residents of Midgar.
"Dark Nation," he called. "Fetch!"
Rufus flung the Frisbee and watched as Dark Nation went tearing off after it eagerly.
It really is just too bad I can't be there to watch him receive it...
Back in Midgar, Tseng was scowling. There had been a delivery to his office just that afternoon, shipped on a rush from Fandom Island, which meant only one thing. And even if there had been any question in his mind as to who had sent the package when it had arrived, opening it had left him absolutely certain.
Certain, and sparkling, as a set of carefully concealed obscene novelty shot-glasses that had been filled to the brim with fine glitter toppled out of the package and onto him, onto his desk, and onto the... figure... of some manner of ruminant in what would have been an appealing shade of greenish-blue, if Tseng had noticed the color of the thing before the, er... apparent function of it.
His jaw clenched and his eyelid twitched, and he immediately tossed the offending thing into the wastepaper basket beside his desk as a familiar red mop of hair poked into the room, followed by the lazy grin of one of the other Turks.
"Yo, Tseng. Boss says to have the report from the President's kid on his desk within the hour, zoto."
Tseng looked evenly at Reno. And then down at the item in the trash.
"Tell Verdot that he's welcome to come and retrieve it."
There was a pause while Reno took in the sight of Tseng, and the glitter, and the sexy little creatures on the shot glasses, and the dog toy in the garbage. And then, all at once, he broke out laughing.
Tseng's eyelid twitched again.
When Reno finally calmed down, a process that felt every bit as long as the three minutes that it actually took, he wiped a tear from one eye, gave Tseng a teasing - infuriating - smirk, and shrugged his shoulders.
"If you say so, yo." He paused. "Hey, you ain't throwin' those shot glasses out, are you?"
"OUT."
The beauty of having a lot of money to throw around on trivial matters meant that Rufus knew almost exactly when the package was due to arrive. Which meant when his phone started vibrating not long after, he knew who it was.
To his endless amusement, the phone kept on vibrating as Tseng kept trying to reach him. He’d listen to the voicemails later.
He was certain they’d be a treat.
In the meantime, he was going to wrestle the Frisbee away from his dog and throw it again and consider the day to be a good one. So far.
[Open post is open! The Midgar Interlude was written by the incomparable
angry_pie_slice and is NFB, please!]