Reeve Tuesti (
plate_builder) wrote2017-10-10 06:38 pm
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Does it need to be said? You can find this poor civil engineer in any sort of situation you want. Put up a starter and let it run free. No Scarlets welcome, though. He can't stand them.
Will do it tomorrow after work tomorrow
"And what would I do, exactly? I'm not the most popular man on the planet, Reeve."
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He gestures quietly to the room around them. "You've traded one cage for another. I wonder if you've really had any of the pleasures of life beyond the simple one of sex. I'm not sure I've ever heard you really laugh."
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"But I don't think it would be such a good idea at this time. Perhaps when things settle down."
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And Reeve would know that better than anyone.
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"I'm certain Reno cheats."
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Because it's breaking his head to even consider Turks really entertaining Reno's demand for strip poker.
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"Would you like to try some time?"
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"Why do you do that?" Reeve asks, and his is a bit more serious here. "I don't remember you being this... flirtatious at Shinra. And yet I don't think there had been a single instance I've visited here that there hasn't been a double entendre."
And Reeve knows it isn't about him.
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No, he's not throwing it around as power. If he had wanted to do that, he would have tried to find a way to keep from being contained away from the Turks for almost six months; he might have been able to use it at least against one of the two captors he had.
And he wouldn't do this to just everyone. Not even Reeve, not to get a response and throw him off balance. Or, maybe he did the first time, but since then?
Blue eyes turned back to Reeve, his smile more relaxed than usual. "The first time I did it to you, I suppose I did want to see your response. Now, it's just kind of fun."
As he continues to speak, Reeve will notice Rufus begins to swish the water in his bottle almost playfully, watching the contents only half-heartedly. "Honestly, I've never flirted just for the hell of it, except maybe with Reno, and that doesn't quite count.
"And before you ask, the one time I tried with Tseng, he looked at me like I'd grown a second head." A chuckle. "Which I guess means he's not interested in me."
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"At least I can provide you amusement."
Strange, should it sting to hear that it's just fun? Reeve quashes that thought and takes another bite. He needs to think of another question. Except he can't.
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He has more than a bit of experience with that, truly. But he still looks a bit forlorn. "In fact, Jasper was one of my partners back then. But times change, as you well know. You got freer with it. I have not."
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He's almost amused at the question, and he would thank Rufus for that question. "I've had nearly a decade to build my skills."
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hahaha forgot his age, oh well, make it deliberate
Mostly he's just tired. He's too busy for flings these days, mostly in that he can't see himself making time to try and seduce someone.
XD it's okay. Kind of works
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There had been a faint hope that... But no. He gives a bemused little shrug. He has been rendered celibate not only by his work schedule but also by the fact that his life might actually depend on it.
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"I would not desire Reno anywhere near me in such a situation," Reeve points out curtly. Nor is Rude really his type. Really, he's not going to touch the other one. No doubt that is a larger joke than the suggestion of Reno.
Reeve, stop... He will totally keep this shit up xD
Reeve is just shocked that Rufus keeps doing this. He thought the joke was robbed of power.
Not so long as he reacts... and bombshell time? xD
Reeve's going to be pitying you soon Rufus
Haha... once his jaw comes off the floor
Oh there is no jaw on the floor. There is rampaging behemoth levels of rage instead
Whoops ... and yay, tag before work
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Can you tell whose account I am logged into at work
I can tell I hope work is going well
Good. I'm off for the weekend
Score!
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They would make a very interesting couple lol
The would, and Reeve could probably be talked down from that stance. He's lonely
Yet Rufus is probably going to behave as promised
Oh, Rufus can totally behave. Reeve will trust that, but he's a bit lonely.
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Well, good enough to use this icon
OMG THAT ICON
It's great but I doubt I'll use it often xD
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Reeve, quit inviting Seph into your house - he always sheds those damn feathers /shot
Lol. Seph is TOTALLY too pale for him. The silver hair is just a no
Get yo pale ass outta my room! /Said as Barrett
The yo and outta made that clear.
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Bets on if Rufus wakes him or just sleeps on his own couch? XD
A Turk would wake Reeve because Boss Rrally?
After they took pictures of their sleeping boss? lol
Reno and Elena would. Rude and ardent wouldn’t.
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I'm breaking some Otwts canon, since the timeline doesn't add up, so yeah
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Just leaving this opening here for future exploitation
Pffft - and I'll leave it open if Rufus falls asleep on Reeve xD
Poor Reeve is a good enough guy to let Rufus do that.
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Oh, did you expect him to help? Sorry about that
No, Rufus, you aren't helping.
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Sorry I'm slow. Movie on
It's okay. I was making and eating dinner.
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Amusing to look at, he goes from VERY broad-shouldered in original art to less so by AC..
Re: Amusing to look at, he goes from VERY broad-shouldered in original art to less so by AC..
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This is all I have... no blush uploaded
I know what you mean. only have game icons of Reeve. I should check my old folders
I'll look in my stuff too
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GJ Reeve... Rufus has NO idea how to handle you now
Well, clearly Rufus is MEANT to lay back and let himself be handled here.
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