"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck the fuck some more YOU FUCK!"

"RENO!"

"What?"

Tseng, standing now, placed his hands atop his desk, the glare was unspeakable.

"One more cuss, and I will, stick you, in a trash compactor, and watch you die."

"But this piece of shi-"

"Slowly."

Reno turned back to his computer, growling.

"Stupid shit-ass." Tseng looked up from his desk again.

"Repeat that."

Reno locked eyes with his boss.

"Shit-ass isn't a cuss."

"Who, were you directing it at?"

"The fudging computer." Reno slammed his finger on the 'del' key.

Tseng kept staring at his subordinate. All things considered, he wasn't that… No, no, he was that bad. Rude had taken the day off because of a 'stomach bug', Elana had a mission in Edge. So, here he was, staring, still staring, at the hot-tempered-red-head over a mountain of work. Tseng was ready to pluck out his hair, strand by strand.

"Boss."

Tseng blinked, obviously still staring at Reno. The director looked, well, pissed. Wasn't Reno's fault though. Shitty computer won't obey. Reno smiled.

"Thought we could play a game?"

"No." Tseng returned to Heidegger's demands to eliminate a potential 'threat' to the ShinRa Corporation.

"I'll say a word, and you have to come up with a new word, using the last letter of my word."

Tseng, really felt the need to piff something at the matchstick in the room, but the requests and paperwork piling on his desk would be disheveled, which would most likely be Satan's nightmare to arrange again.

"I'll start boss. Wall."

Loathing. Tseng, just wanting to scream it.

"You could say… Ladder."

"Reno." Tseng warned.

"Occupant"

"No, I'm not playing." It occurred to him that he had read the same line three times over '…it will become an issue for our company, and for the President himself, that's why the TURKS need to eliminate the woman without anyone knowing, especially President Rufus.'

"Great."

"Reno!" Torture. Absolute torture.

"How about 'think'?"

"Kill."

"Huh?"

Tseng looked up again, for the umpteenth time. Not even bothering to ask.

"You said kill."

"No, I didn't." He thought of it. Reno, dead. Tseng, happy.

It just occurred to him that he had voiced his thoughts.

"Excuse me, I was reading a request, it just popped into my head, Reno."

"Okay."

Tseng rolled his eyes. He checked his watch. It was only 2:45? Tseng needed a break, from Reno. Mostly from everything, but Reno was the predominant problem.

"Have you checked the front office for any requests from the reactors? I'm sure there will be a mission waiting for you, which you should commence immediately, since," Tseng tapped his pen on Heidegger's report, "we don't want anyone taking desperate measures."

"Sure."

He was on the verge of slapping him.

"Go."

"Okay."

Tseng clenched his pen.

Reno sauntered out the office.

Tseng took a breath of relief.

"Yay."

Reno continued to saunter down the hall to the big-grey-metal-thingy and pushed the button to make it come. Reno heard the doors open, checked his phone for the time and turned away, running to the stairs, and flying down each set. He pretty much landed at the reception desk, the woman had her watch in her hand. Rachel, her name was.

"Holy… Gaia… Fuck…" Reno couldn't say much more.

"Yoooou ASSHOLE! I can't believe you! By the skin of your bloody teeth!"

Reno held his hand up to her, feeling a little sick.

"How much did you lose?" Shryel said, the bigger-boobed desk lady.

"40 gil."

"Wow, betcha you won't make that mistake again."

"How the hell did you get him to kick you out?"

Reno looked up at her. Opened his hand as she gave him the money and his mission.

"The guy's all work and no play." He winked, still a little out of breath, and strutted out the door.

A/N – I didn't know if 40 gil would be enough. Let me know in a review. Thanks!