A Turk blushing. This is the kind of incongruous gift he’s been granted by working so closely with the group. The knowledge that few would even believe such a thing continued to curl one corner of his mouth.
“A cat, hm?” Rufus considered the image of predatory grace, hardly finding it offensive. “I believe I’ll take that as a compliment.” He always had appreciated Reno’s transparency. While Rufus was hardly the poster child of an open book, he did appreciate those who didn’t bother hiding what they thought. It made his job a good deal easier for him.
“I see.” The ghost of a sigh was in Rufus’s voice. Not precisely a wasted trip, since the point of coming down here himself had been to stretch his legs, but certainly one that lacked the desired productivity. He leaned himself against the edge of Reno’s desk, an amused smile returning to his lips. He produced to file from the folds of his jacket. “I require Tseng’s signature on a handful of documents. Thought I’d take a walk.” Setting the file down, Rufus tilted his head, blond strands of hair feathering out over his forehead.
Time for the real questions. “What were you listening to that had you so… light on your feet?”
RENO FROWNED , ONLY SLIGHTLY --- annoyed at the pink tinge that seemed to colour his cheeks somewhat. The earphones hanging around his neck as the music still played through them , though by now he was paying it absolutely no mind.
“ Yeah , sir --- a cat. “ Almost feline like in grace , only in your presence as long as they needed or wanted to be. Would bite you if you annoyed them too much --- heavens above , the similarity was striking. Naturally Reno would not openly say the added parts to the mans face , he liked his head on his shoulders and didn’t want to come face to face with his gun after all.
He stepped forward , closer to the blonde --- and picked up the file , placing it on the important pile on Tseng’s desk. At least that way Reno knew it would take top priority when Tseng did return. “ Fair. “ He answered , leaning against the desk somewhat , head tilted to one side. “ Stretchin’ ya legs is important to keep the muscles movin ! Or , so they say anyway. “
Then the question of what he was listening to came , only causing the blush to further deepen down his neck. The song itself had been a guilty pleasure of his , one he didn’t particularly want others to know he’d been listening to.
For the first time ever --- the redhead stammered.
“ Oh , you know --- this and that. “ He leant back further on the desk , looking up at the ceiling and avoiding the blondes ever piercing eyes. “ I didn’t ‘spect anyone else to be here this late so , figured dancin’ round --- wouldn’t get ... you know , seen. “
