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[gotyourmom]

Miss Stadtfeld. It may interest you to know that I have recently received the sincerest of emails.

From your mother.

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[blackknight_11]

What do you want?

[gotyourmom]

It's not a matter of what I want, I'm afraid.

[blackknight_11]

I'm not in the mood right now. So either tell me what it is or don't.

[gotyourmom]

Your mother proposed I consider...well, proposing.

[[ooc: Rufus is laughing so hard.]]

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[notsorude]

I usually don't question you, sir, but why did you tell Reno to move in with me? I know the professional part, sir, but...I'm sorry to have taken up your time.

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[gotyourmom]

Exactly where else would you have me put him?

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[notsorude]

I see your logic, thank you.

[ooc: lolol Rude doesn't understand his logic, but he'll just go with whatever bossman says]

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[gotyourmom]

Rude. I didn't explain anything.

I do not trust many people in this pathetic hellhole of an institution. In fact, there are a very few number of people I trust at all, and you are one of them. Not only that, but despite your day job, you and Reno are still Turks, my Turks, I might add. You are still partners, and as such I expect you both to look after one another. I did not bring you and I here so we could make a little extra cash as a doctor and a security guard, if you recall. Our goal is to find a way to diplomatically solve Reno's little "problem," collect my Turks and go back to the business we excell at.