It was a long night in the Shinra Urban Development offices. Something about LOVELESS Avenue not getting the proper amount of energy from the reactors. Normally, Reeve would leave all that to the mechanics in the area. But apparently, they hadn’t been able to find a problem so it was left up to him to go through the plans and designs and all that what-not until he deemed it necessary to take a trip (or send one of his Cait Sith robots) down into the reactor and check it.
 For now, he ran a hand through his hair, pushing the bangs back out of his face and straightening, his back popping just a little bit. Maybe he needed a break. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, hoping to clear the tiredness from them, but it didn’t work.
  He opened his eyes again with a sigh and nearly jumped out of his chair when Sephiroth was just…sitting there. In the chair across from his desk that he had for guests. “Sephiroth!” He tried not to sound surprised, but it was hard not to be. The enhanced man (he was a child, really) could probably hear his heart pounding regardless.
   “Can I help you with something? I don’t see you around here often.”
    Sephiroth’s eyes gleamed in the dimly lit office; slit pupils dilating to accommodate for the dreary Shinra lighting scheme. It was far more bright in the labs, often painfully so in many locations with the sterile white walls and flooring throwing it back into his face. The SOLDIER noted the expression on Reeve’s face- shock? It was rare to see the Silver General out of the labs.
Truth be told he had slipped out before Hojo locked up for the night; it was a rare treat Sephiroth could make. The Shinra building was quiet at night; he was free of the noise, free of the attention- and lonelier for it than he was sure he had any right to be. “I saw the light on in your office,” he remarked airily, catlike eyes flicking over the bags under Reeve’s eyes for a fleeting moment.Â
“I wanted to hear more of the proposal you had shot down during the last meeting- the one Heidegger was in opposition on. But I can see that you’re busy. Would you like to take a break?” Sephiroth had hardly ever conversation with Reeve Tuesti before, not outside of board meetings. He was one of the only people there that he found to be insightful.Â
Scarlet was concerned with looking good to the public, Heidegger wanted glory, Palmer was a raving lunatic during the best of times- and then there was Hojo. Hojo who looked at Sephiroth like he was under a lens, who made his skin crawl. The Shinras, father and Son, were always in disagreement with the other and often times the meetings would end on a messy tantrum.
“I think the cafeteria should still be open.”