Rude has never been one to defy orders but someone has to put a stop to Tseng, sometimes. Because there's sense, going in one direction, and then there's the kind of spiralling nonsense only Tseng can come up with. “Read my lips, no.”
The fan buzzes above them. Drowning out the mechanical ticsofthe wall clock. Tseng vapidly clicks the tip of his pen ten times before curling his lips into an incredulous simper.
"I'm reading your lips. Clearly, Rude." Thecorners of his eyes pinch andhe reveals half-moon sparkles in his dark glare.
"And I'm really trying to wrap my head around justwho..." He drops his pen.Sits up right in his chair and rests his elbows on the desk.
"...the hell do you think you're talking to?"
Tseng angles his head with an upturn of his lips.
