Heard somebody's back. All I can say is you'd better have got me some fucking fabulous souvenirs, and where the hell is my postcard?

I also was procrastinating had some free time, so I thought a little visual aid as to what happens if you ever try to hit on Rude again might be in order.

Here.

( Private To Rufus )

He did WHAT? You were doing WHAT? Your face is WHAT?

I don't actually know which of you I'm going to kill first. 'Course he's in another world so he might get out on a technicality.

So, I have questions ( Read more... )

...

I swear I didn't send off for the full set. Not even to get the free desk calendar.

Question for you, Rude. Is it necessary to request leave when you're guessing the Boss would rather you weren't there ( Read more... )

Kadaj?

You didn't get lost again, did you? I swear I'm going to get barred from that place down the road if I have to keep hurting their clientele for bothering you, but nobody there says they saw you today, so color me a little confused.

...If you need me to come pick you up, just say so.

Reasons why I love my job:

....are fucking hard to think of, tonight. Spending three hours in a minicopter with Elena when it's obvious she got out on the bitch side of bed this morning? Not my favourite thing. They got us doing ground surveys or some shit, trying to figure out why the City's so messed up lately.

Fuck that, it's Midgar, so when ( Read more... )

So you can talk to dead people over the internet now, yo.

Yeah. It's funny, I didn't think I was that drunk, yet. Least that problem's easily solved, cause if I'm going to be listening to another of Tseng's lectures on keepin' a clear head I figure I might as well get properly wasted first, right?

So, dead guys, where's the party at?