To whoever is tacking paper cranes on the bulletin boards? I will find you. Particularly because I don't appreciate an army of them positioned as if they were waiting at my door ( Read more... )

I wonder if I were to... perhaps shower Dr Reyes with the proper funds... maybe a box of coffee... if she would work on the formula for a miracle, hang-over cure.

I doubt that's too much to ask.

If there was no answering revenge on Rufus' part... he just wouldn't be Rufus. And somebody whose name starts with a D and ends in an eanna would smite me dead.

And Tseng really has this coming. Really.

XD... If you need me, I shall be chasing my now terrified muse over the fields and through the woods as he screams, "Jenny! Jenny is going ( Read more... )

Backdated to the day of Tifa's phone call to Rufus. My brain is dead! Yaaay dead!

( There was a short bout of silence. One that Rufus and his fantastic levels of patience almost interpreted as a joke call worthy of being deleted. )

I have the strangest feeling that I am forgetting something. Some huge to-do.. big celebration type thing. Perhaps a holiday?

Or maybe I am just thinking of tomorrow. But still... I can't quite put my finger on why I would think the fourth of May is special. I understand the fifth, what with Costa del Sol, but the fourth ( Read more... )

Slice of life-ish. Because Rufus lives in his office, especially the night of a big, important mission. (Therefore, backdated to whenever the Junon mission happened, before he figured out anything went wrong. It's pretty much assumed that Cloud is busy with Tifa, Tifa is busy being all coma-girl, and the soldier-peons weren't in command so it isn't ( Read more... )

Rufus-muse needs to shut up. His mun wants to go to sleep. >.>;

RIGHT AFTER Paint War/Confession. Rufus alone in his office with his thoughts, alcohol... cigarettes... cell phone. I really don't know what to say. My muse has a mind of his own now.

And yes. He does drunk dial. It isn't ALL angst. XD

( ...he had decided that he wouldn't feel human until he removed every bit of Tifa Lockheart from himself )

(These are all pretty much back-dated to earlier this week, probably Tuesday or Wednesday.)

( Message to Sephiroth )

Summary: Rufus in office. Late at night. Remember that team sent to the Black Pool? Plottage ahoy. Swearing. General ick warnings. Yesss.

( So... what happened to that scientific team, hmmm? )

*coughs*

Well, Rufus had to go back to the office, eventually, right?

Heh.

( This toilet is Property of Shinra Electric Company's own sexy president, J. Rufus Shinra III )