#rufus please

[azure-steel]

I'm going buy a doll, a cheap one, that looks a lil bit like Rufus Shinra.

And then, I'm gonna burn it :)

[sadistic-second]

Swings that bat. "I've been practicing. The Mako Mullers are my favorite baseball team and I often played as a kid. You should know this." SWING BATTA SWING SWING.

Reno knew that.

Oh, did Reno know that.

It wasn’t that hard to remember. Thankfully, the swing missed his head. However, it whacked him rather harshly in the shoulder. The pain radiated through his very bones. His fingers twitched from the force. That was going to need some ice.

“SIR, KINDLY WHAT THE FUCK?!”

[sadistic-second]

[sadistic-second]

As he shoved Reno down onto a chair with a firm hold on his shoulder, he tucked a napkin in the open collar of his shirt. One would think that this was a interrogation room. All white walls with nothing too visually striking— except the salad that was planted right down on the equally white table in front of him. With a forkful of greenery at the spikes of the utensil, he shoved that leafy green goodness down his THROAT.

Reno could honestly say that he had no idea what was going on and he was only slightly terrified. Just to be so unceremoniously shoved into a chair with such a tight grip on his shoulder was scary. Although, the napkin being shoved in his collar made him blink rapidly. He still didn't understand what was happening, but there were pieces that were starting to put themselves together.

He had but one question; Why in the balls were they in this interrogation like room with the only color being the two of them and that bowl of green shit? What was that?! Reno had never seen anything like it before. A salad had come to mind briefly, but only Rufus ate those. Reno didn’t. Other people ate all that health food nonsense. Not him! He needed a bit more filling kind of food to suit his tastes.

Speaking of tastes, there was something invading his mouth. He nearly choked on metal and leaves as they bypassed his mouth and entered into his throat. His tongue hadn’t even had time to taste, all he could do was swallow. He was lucky the fork was pulled out before it got trapped somewhere unpleasant. He looked up at Rufus horrified, words struggling to escape his mouth.

“What the FUCK, SIR?!”

[sulgkoolon]

That moment when "there's a monster under my bed so I need to keep my limbs under the blanket even though it's hot" becomes a real concern, because the monster under your bed is a stir crazy cat ready to bite and claw at your ankles

[halffullofhoneyandsunshine]

FACTS

Rufus won’t eat the cat food...

right?

[sadistic-second]

▶- I think you don’t like me … D: D: D: D:

I think you're lying.

Because I love you.

[sadistic-second]

🔒

It was another party that Rufus had been invited to that Reno had been forced to come along with. If not for the fact there were a bunch of other Turks there, the redhead would have thought that the blond was trying to seduce him or something. That being said though, it was just another office birthday party. Wait, no. He read the sign wrong. He was standing underneath it just kind of trying to decipher what it said. It definitely said ‘Congratulations’ he just wasn’t sure for what. That’s why he had assumed birthday, but there was no real indication of that. So why were they here again?

At least there was an open bar. There always seemed to be one at these things. He had to wonder why though. Did it really matter? He was halfway towards it when he was casually reminded by both Rufus and Tseng not to drink. The fact that both of them had to say it told him something. He groaned loudly and went to find Rude. The least he could do was talk to his best friend while they were at this shindig. What was the worst that could happen?

Well, the worst that could happen was that Reno could drink. At one point or another, some of the other Turks had found them and they had all started a drinking game. They had to take a shot whenever Tseng tapped Rufus on the shoulder. Two shots whenever Rufus rolled his eyes. Three shots whenever it looked like the two were going to kiss because of how close Tseng would lean in to whisper something to Rufus. Needless to say, the small group got a bit more wasted than they had intended.

Oops.

Now the joke here was that Rufus and Tseng had caught on to what the small group of Turks were doing. How they had managed to figure out the drinking parameters was a mystery. Didn’t really seem to matter though as they planned on teaching at least one of those Turks a lesson. More specifically, the Turk they had both told not to drink. This plan had been spoken about in the open, Rufus making several eyes rolls in the process to add to the shots. They made sure that Tseng leaned in at “awkward” angles once they realized shots were taken at that as well. This resulted in the plastered faces of five Turks now slumped at a table. The only occupied table after all the guests had left.

It had been easy enough to get the other four taken care of. They were jostled awake and given rides home. Reno, on the other hand, was more or less slung over Tseng’s shoulder as the man carried him out of the party. He was gently placed into the back of the car that would take the three of them to Rufus’s place. They had to be careful though, Reno almost woke up on the right there. But the blond pushed the redhead over and he went peacefully back to sleep on the seat. He’d be taking the cost of removing the drool stain out of the Turk’s next paycheck.

Once they got there, Tseng once again carried the other Turk inside. The fact that Rufus was actually willing to risk the potential drool was astounding. He must have had some kind of extra ulterior motive attached to this. They removed the redhead’s jacket and threw it somewhere in the room. His shirt was unbuttoned the rest of the way and placed ever so gentle on the lamp in an attempt to make it look like it had been tossed there. His pants were left open, but other than that they weren’t touched. Let his imagination run wild with that one.

Next came out the handcuffs. How or why they had two separate sets of handcuffs would never be explained. They were just attached to Reno’s wrists and then attached to the headboard. He was left to lean against it for the rest of the night. The two made it a point to make the bed look like something had actually happened. For an added bonus effect, Rufus made sure to grab his robe before he left. Interested in what reaction the other might have, Tseng decided to stay the night with Rufus.

The timing for this was perfect. Before Reno was to wake up, Tseng and Rufus positioned themselves in the room. Both had rested well enough. The closet door was cracked just enough for Tseng to remain hidden, but also watch the scene in front of him unfold. Rufus was waiting in the bathroom wrapped up in his robe. Reno was starting to stir, the soft groans of a hangover starting to escape from his lips. He shifted and tried to move but found that he couldn't. Curious, he turned his head just enough to see that he was handcuffed to the bed.

“What in the . . .” He glanced to the side and saw that he was restrained from both sides. He tugged on them, but the chain jingling irritated his pounding head. He seemed to realize the rest of his attire and there was something of a smirk spreading across his lips. Oh, he must have taken a girl home last night. What even happened last night? It was fuzzy at best. Whose room he was in didn’t really register at first. It should have. Perhaps his reaction to being chained to the bed would have been different upon waking up.

“Oh good. You’re awake.” Came the voice that made his heart stop beating, the breath catch in his throat, his eyes grow wide enough to nearly pop out of his head, and for his entire body to go cold. What in the fuck?! Reno could clearly see how the other man was dressed. He could see how he himself was dressed. He finally took more of the room in and, despite the pain that was threatening to make him pass out, he could just barely stammer out,

“Wh-what . . . What happened last night?!”