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Summary: VERY Short little ficlet... Reno gets his hands on something of Rude's...
Here goes the fic!
Crunch. … … Crunch.
Caramel-hued fingers lifted another tiny, brown sphere to matching lips, a content look fixed on the face behind stoic sunglasses. Beside the man sat another, a pale red-head, hunched over a metal rod, very obviously tinkering with wires on its' inside.
But the crunching was peaking the fiery man's curiosity.
"What're those?"
Rude knew he really shouldn't answer that question. Really, REALLY shouldn't answer that question. But the curious, tell-me-cuz-I'm-a-cute-little-puppy face that Reno was currently sporting was an expression that the bald man just couldn't resist. Hell, not even Rufus ShinRa was able to resist that look, from what he heard through the ShinRa rumor-mill.
"Chocolate-covered espresso beans."
And oh, how that look transformed! Curiosity melted into sheer delight, blue eyes glittering in impish glee.
All it took was one look in Reno's direction, and Rude visibly gulped.
Along a rich Mahogany table sat a group of five – two blonds, one bald man, one red-head, and one man with long, dark hair. Four of these five people had a tired, worn-out look to them, while the fifth – Reno – seemed both energetic and chastised at the same time.
"First order of business... repairs have been finished in regards to the 67th floor stairwells," came the exasperated voice of Rufus ShinRa as he began the meeting with his Turks. A glare was thrown in the direction of the bouncy redhead, who did have the decency to look somewhat abashed. Here, Elena also flashed her senior Turk a harsh look – she'd been the one ordered to get the damned stairs cleaned!
"Second, Tseng's shirts have been cleaned, and the marker stains have been successfully removed." Another dark blush from the bubbly Turk, staring at his hands as he tried not to bounce in his chair. Tseng's burning gaze could be felt, even though it wasn't seen, and Reno felt the urge to slink beneath the table. How had he gotten into such a mess? And what had possessed him to go into his supervisor's office, let alone mark up all of his 'emergency' shirts with the thick, black marker?
"Third... Rude – never give your partner those damned things again, or you will be held responsible for ALL of his actions." He paused a moment, then smirked secretively to himself. Rude also had his thanks…
He'd never -had- so much fun at night.