#emails; asks.

[inspyer]

is this mister more of a ‘ i will have ur daughter home by 10 ’ or more of a ‘ ur daughter calls me daddy too ’ askin for a friend.

@braskide

I-....... ..

I kindly ask that you leave my offic e

[inspyer]

❝ sir, i will personally pay for your vacation... please for the sake of us all, take some time for yourself. ❞ / shalua

@solivgnt

   “Forgive me I was...” sucked into the paperwork and the countless of status updates and emails flashing on his five computer screens, “uh,” he clears his throat, “d-did you by chance say something? Did something come up that I should know about?”

[inspyer]

@ofthepublic​ said:  “ move or you will be moved. “

   It isn’t like Reeve to get physical in what he wants to make himself believe he stands for. “People aren’t pieces on a board you can simply do what you wish with at your whim!” His voice loud in this corridor as he obstructs the other’s way, becoming a wall of sorts that prevents him from taking anymore steps further. The string of his own sanity is quite slim, by a thread has it yet to snap. And having been witness to what Heidegger’s got in mind concerning citizens who were witnesses to private Shinra affairs they weren’t supposed to be a witness to, well Reeve couldn’t just let himself stand on the sidelines. To simply dispose of them, how that came up as the first option at all Reeve can’t comprehend it in the least. “They’re merely citizens who were at the wrong place at the wrong time, think of how frightened they are over this ordeal as well!” He implores. His pleas are in vain however, and at this point he should know better, but still he tries to see if he can be heard, if he has any positive effect at all—does he? Is he doing everything he possibly can? Is there more? He might as well be talking to a wall with Heidegger. His words make Reeve consider his options momentarily, not putting it past him that if he has to get physical then he will. 

   “I will not... move.” His heart beats anxiously, but he mirrors that threatening gaze with his own and clenches his fists to the point where color starts to become absent. “There’s another way,” he says suddenly, “I know of another way. I’ll... I’ll handle them just give me a day.” Is... Is that what he wanted to do here? That he’ll be silencing them instead? “One day, that’s all.” He says with more certainty, convincing himself that at least through his method of silencing nobody will die so it’s better(?).

/ meme 

[inspyer]

i love ur blog and am a shy bean. so i will send u love from afar. i hope you have a nice day.

Hello oh mighty anon of the ask box. According to my activity feed I’m one (1) month late I am so sorry but than k you so much for loving my blog and pleas e don’t be shy I promise I don’t bite. I seem out of my mind I know but I swear it’s tolerable from what I’ve been tol d awraxa.

But thank you I really appreciate it!! This means a lot!

[inspyer]

Reeve napping to Hotel California with Cait on his lap is super adorable. I did immediately picture him grooving with Cait to One of these Nights.

Powerful! I love this so much!

[inspyer]

“ then he stabbed me. “

meme / @springhealer

   “Ohhhh what a good fer nothin’ bloke!” Cait stomps in a display of upset. “I would’a given him a taste of his own medicine if I were there let me tell ya’!” He swears, nodding his head.

   “I’m sure yer were able to give ‘im the ol’ one-two right lass?” Punching at absolutely nothing but air, he inquires. “But there’s nothin’ a good ol’ cure materia can’t fix, yer goin’ to be as good as new soon you’ll see for ye’self!” 

[inspyer]

❝ so... can you do the cait voice? ❞

@aranaea

“No I can’t.” He admits with a shake of his head. “To your disappointment I’m sure haha.” This isn’t the first time he’s gotten this question and probably not the last time either.

[inspyer]

*✞ - Your muse visits mine in the infirmary/hospital / @bioscience

meme / @bioscience

“Oh, commissioner!”    

   “At ease,” Reeve says, smiling at the two WRO recruits who stand guard before the door that leads into the infirmary.  “I appreciate you both for looking out for the injured.” He nods his head to the two of them. “What brings you back commissioner?” One’s so boldly to ask, having been here earlier he supposes it’s a given to be curious. “There’s someone else I must see, I was informed she was brought here upon arrival.” He informs them and when the doors slide open he goes ahead and walks inside. The infirmary quarters of the WRO is a massive space in its own, a hospital within the snug confinements of its headquarters where every patient, so long as space is available, should and will have their own room to rest and be treated individually. He greets a couple of the medical folk along the way, already knowing what room he's looking for. Both hands busy since he bears a gift, a mere vase with watered flowers within it for the individual of interest. The door to said room slide open and though it always weighs heavy for him to see someone he cares for here, he’s never unappreciative of the fact that they’re alive. “Hey,” he greets, pacing inside and seeing that she’s awake, more or less. “Uh, I brought you these,” he says, bringing the vase up and then resting it next to the bed. “I’m glad to see you awake, but do make sure to rest.” He encourages. For a moment he merely stands there before bringing anything up or saying anything at all. He isn’t going to reprimand her, but he is upset that many ended up hurt, herself included. He’s not going to ask how casualties weren’t a factor, because in fact that’s something he feels extremely blessed over knowing that it wasn’t. 

   “I’m happy you’re here,” still here, all things considered. “Try to rest and please make sure to take what’s recommended for your recovery, okay? Don’t concern yourself over anything else right now.” Though the organization’s brightest scientist Reeve sees her for the human she is before any of that.