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.
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Frankly, knowing that Turks know is almost maddening. But he will get past that point.
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And uo the attempts on his life.
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“Rufus, I am openly gay. Just because you didn’t know doesn’t mean it isn’t known.”
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Surely that was something Rufus understood?
“Rufus, you know there have been those speaking against me believing I seek to restore Shinra’s power. How do you think those people would react to me sleeping with you? How would members of Avalanche who have had reasons to mistrust me before? How would it look for the Commissioner of the WRO, a new organization about world unity and global communities and restoration, to be potentially at the whim of a Shinra?”
Sorry it took time... knocked down by migraine... again
"I get all that. It's just the way you were talking implied something different. As to why now, well I've had actual time to get to know you. Really, I didn't have much call to in the past. I wasn't even around for four years, and after I came back, Sephiroth was an issue. All I needed to know was you were loyal to the extent you weren't a threat to me, that you knew your stuff, and yes, that the Cait Unit offered us an advantage.
"Since none of that is an issue now, and due to a lot of other things, I can focus on things outside Shinra. Plus, we both agreed that honesty was important if we were to keep talking to each other, so I've learned even more and find you a fascinating man."
It's alright. It was Black Friday. Figured you were getting Goods.
Helps that Reeve has learned a lot more about Rufus too. And he feels like Rufus has an edge on learning.
"How do I fascinate you, Rufus? Are there questions I can answer?"
I avoid going out if possible actually. People are scary
"For the most part," He crosses his legs now, arms across his chest as he keeps talking. "My father seemed to be correct, the Turk file less so. At least when I took over. Yet you did end up saying you'd had enough, proving that the Turks knew more than my father did, as usual, at least where the will came in. I'd say you've proven it more since you found out I was alive.
"It's fascinating because I can't figure out why you put up with so much bullshit being so smart. Why you bought into the Shinra line about making a better future for so long. That's the largest part of my fascination to begin."
I avoid it like the plague
But at least he's being given credit for his actions since the death of the former President. Fact of the matter was that until the end, until Sector Eight, he had... hoped. Had thought he could find some way to get them to do what needed done. Instead there was more talk of the Promised Land. That was when his patience had more than worn out. Should he be honest here? Yes, yes he thinks he should.
"Someone who does not know me would say I bought into the Shinra line. I failed to believe that story within a few months of becoming an executive. From that point on I did what I could to make Midgar better, regardless of what your father desired. If the records had survived you may have found that, through some very creative accounting, money was being whicked away from a few minor departments. I did what I could do, Rufus, even if it meant using your company. I was no more loyal to you or your father than Scarlet or Heidegger. I just didn't wish for the power they coveted. I did what I was able to. Which was never enough."
Perhaps there were just some things he was better at lying about. And since his division rarely needed interaction with the Turks it was far easier to keep things hidden. Who would expect him when he had bought the party line for as long as he had? Frankly, he was expecting to be very seriously punished for it all. That was part of why he had been so distant from his mother. To protect her.
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"Likely, they thought of you as little threat to their mission to protect my father, but considered you a good person who could be left to his own devices within the company. They get a bad rep, but those guys aren't callous and emotionless."
He brings his head back down, looking at Reeve quietly for a few moments as he seems to debate his next words.
"If you didn't like my father, and you found me just the same as him, why did you stay so long after I took over? During the confusion of succession would have been your best chance to leave. Did you still need to do something?"
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What did he still need to do with Shinra? How silly. Of course there was something to live with, to work for.
"The Board was plowing under the people most vulnerable, most in need, Rufus. How could I live with myself if I abandoned people then, just to save myself?"
He tears himself apart for others.
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Rufus needs him too, know it or not. At least this time he can be pleased with that fact. For once he can help someone and he doesn't think he'll feel guilty about it being fully selfish. Well, instead he can accept the pleasure of that selfishness. Because they're helping each other.
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The question is a challenge as much as the way he says it. They are really getting into challenges today.
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He moves his hands down slowly, running his fingers across Reeve's back where he knows his marks are, before digging just the faintest bit of nail in. Challenge accepted.
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He could quip about how deep he can get with Rufus, but he is definitely going to resist that. What he isn't doing is taking the bait over the Shinra and bastard thing. Pointless to him. Posturing for position will only figure out who's on top.
"I intend to leave you a lot better in bed," Reeve says, and then he's hissing as he presses back against those nails. Stupid shirt is wasting his time.
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Half sitting, Rufus instead of getting up reaches a hand forward to suggestively toy with Reeve's fly, smirking at him. "We could also stay here... You lay back and... well..."
He sticks his tongue out again, but this time he licks his lips. Reeve should get the point, right?
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With those lips being licked, though, he does give a small nod to assure him that it's welcome. After all, he has wanted to enjoy those lips more fully. Licks his own lips at that smile. At least he doesn't need to teach Rufus how to talk a man into this. He moves back a bit, intending to give Rufus plenty of room to get himself into a comfortable position.
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What timing! I just woke.
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Aaaand... the asshole returns. Good luck, Reeve~
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Wow that autocorrect... should have been chocobo
I am so glad to know. I didn't know what it was.
Autocorrect creates amusement
Re: Autocorrect creates amusement
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His left what?
Hip.
Ty
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We have turned into the intimate bathing meme
A that's a thing and B we could hand wave
Only if you want to hand wave it
Re: Only if you want to hand wave it
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