"Sorry, sir," Rude apologized, then pressed his lips firmly against Rufus’
ANON send smoochies to a turk or president for sunday. accepting.
IT HAD BEEN A QUIET DAY , NOTHING WORTHWHILE TO NOTE. NOTHING SPECIAL or out of the ordinary. Just a normal day. So when Rude spoke his apologies , Rufus couldn’t help but look up at him in confusion for a moment. What was he apologising for ? And though not a second passed , his mind was already thinking up a hundred possible reasons for such a thing. Though none were at all close to the mark -- in fact , when he felt Rude’s lips press against his there was such a state of shock on Rufus Shinra’s face it was probably comical. Never had he been stunned into silence quite like it before.
In fact , it took a few more seconds for his mind to even begin to comprehend what had just happened.
First came the confusion , followed swiftly by concern -- was Rude feel quite alright ? Then back to confusion , and finally to him understanding the apology which Rude had deemed necessary. Though a new question arose in his mind , one he did not ask. Why had he kissed him and what had prompted it ? A dare from his ever bouncy partner perhaps ? He could almost hear the Reno-esque cackles from the Turks office. But that didn’t quite seem to fit either , Rude didn’t seem to strike him as the type that would partake in such frivolities.
So the why was still very much valid and still very much unspoken.
❝ I suppose that is one way to render me speechless. Congratulations , not a feat many can claim. ❞
