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[Rude is feeling much better, though he hasn't seen Tifa in some time. He doesn't look very pleased, or at least less pleased than usual.] -
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[Slumped against a nearby wall]
Strange. -
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[He should just go ahead and ask, huh?]
Tifa. -
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[What to do, what to do? He wishes he could say, 'Hey Tifa, blah blah insert smooth line here', but he's got nothing. Well, that isn't true. He's got Reno's parrot, the Big R flapping about Rude's room.] -
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[There is a Tifa around Template, again! Rude doesn't look like he cares either way, but he does, actually. Does and doesn't? He just stands, leaned up against his wall with Reno's birdie on his shoulder.]
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........[Crosses his arms as Reno's parrot gets to squaking.]
Merry Christmas motherfuckers, Merry Christmas!
[Rude shakes his head.]
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[People are missing, and not only from what he's heard, but what he's seen, judging by the commotion that came not too far from where he stayed. As for words to offer for the people losing those close to him? He has none. No, all he can do is stand where he is, Reno's old bird sitting in a cage for the time being. Things could get dangerous, after ( Read more... ) -
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[Rude is reading the newspaper, sitting in a chair in his room. His new, feathered companion is singing it up as the hairless Turk reads several interesting things.]
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[Rude, SOMEhow, looks a bit more surly than he may usually. You see, he hasn't been able to find Reno. Like, at all. The usual bar, any bar, any type of place where a gathering of women is strong.....nothing, nada. No signs of any kind. Rude doesn't sigh cuz hey, he's actually kinda used to SOME form of alone time. He takes a lot of it, after all. ( Read more... ) -
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[It's Rude, looking very....Rude like, in a Rude way.]
A pointless night.
[Of course he didn't end up going, but hey, he's going to SAY he went, cuz he can.]