Glowing mako eyes seemed to be magnified as they stared through the clear coffee pot. Blinking a few times, Reno was tempted to lick the glass. Sake and water coffee, what could be better than that?

"Sake is of happy," he started with a poetic tone. "Like dear Wutai's red sunsets. Sake is my life..." He ended his little haiku with his hand against his bare chest, as he hadn't yet buttoned the shirt underneath his unkempt blazer. After all, it was just morning. Too damn early to do anything as neat as that, right?

Rude stood nearby and watched Reno as if he'd grown another head. The antics weren't anything new, really. He'd been putting up with it ever since Reno was recruited for the Turks when he was a teenager. He watched the young man lean over and gently bump the coffee pot. "Start wooooorking... Please... Onegai... PLEAAAAAAAAAASE?!" Reno whined and bumped his head against the table. Rolling his eyes, Rude stepped over to the machine and wordlessly flipped the red switch on the front. The light popped on and it suddenly started making gurgling noises. Reno glared up at Rude as he simply smirked and walked off. "Bastard."

Rude stepped up to his desk, and suddenly noticed the door opening. He wondered if it was Tseng. He seemed to be later than normal that day. Either something was wrong or he was on a mission, though he figured it was the latter. Then he wondered if it was Elena, PMSing as always. Rude was pleasantly surprised to see Rufus. He raised a brow behind his shades as he watched his boss march across the room and look up at him, then briefly glance over at Reno, who at that moment decided it was time to fulfill his dream and licked the steaming pot. Glass seared his tongue, and he quickly snatched away, rubbing at it with his hand. "Waaaaaah!" Rufus was suddenly seeing Riley's point. Reno hopped around, dancing a jig as he tried to make the pain go away.

"Rude... What the hell is wrong with him?"

"It seems to me he burned his tongue on the coffee pot."

"Not that. Is he unsettled in the head? Or is he simply stupid?"

"Stupid, sir."

"I figured as much. It's time for a change." He watched Reno suddenly stop dancing around and stare at him with his tongue hanging out.

"Thange?" Blinking at him innocently, Reno looked at Rude to see if he'd heard right. "Wha' kin'a thange?"

"In other words, you're going to a refresher course on how to be a Turk. You're going to learn how to re-handle your weapons, how to take orders, how to format paperwork, how to complete business reports," Rufus glanced at Reno's chest, a couple of red hairs shining in the light, though probably not as many as the young man wished for. "... How to dress in a business environment."

Rude pushed his glasses down slightly and looked at Rufus over them. "But boss... We know how t-" He flinched as Rufus snatched the sunglasses right off of his face.

"How to dress in a business environment when you don't have sight problems." He shot an icy glare at Rude then turned the glacial orbs up toward Reno who was frozen with shock. "I want you two to be presentable. I want you to have a hair cut, damnit." Reno reached up and hugged his ponytail, staring at Rufus with fear. "And I want changes around this place. I'm getting complaints that you two are screwing around, not handling business like you're supposed to."

Reno blinked. "But before, all we did was handle business outs-"

"I don't care what you did before." His eyes gleamed almost maliciously. "This is my company. I do not conduct business the way my father did. I've let this go for too long, and if I don't stop it now then we'll lose more business than we can handle. Class starts tomorrow. I've already employed someone to help you. When Tseng and Elena come back from their mission tomorrow, they will handle your paperwork while you're gone." Reno started pumping his fist, but quickly stopped as Rufus smirked. "Then when you're able, you'll handle theirs while they go on vacation. That is all. Come prepared tomorrow to learn. And remember Rude," Rufus walked past him with a grin, patted him on the back, "old dogs can learn new tricks."

Rude and Reno watched the trench coat slide around the corner of the door and heard the hinge squeak and shut. Rude turned to Reno and Reno looked at Rude. "He's diabolical," said the red-head.

"He's a ShinRa," Rude stated with a bit of admiration. "He's diabolical by nature, so at least he doesn't have to work for it."

"So, so true..."