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“Perish in the name of love? Sounds like the very essence of the day!” He’s smooth, she’s got to give him that; if she were younger and a bit less jaded she might even be all a-flutter. “Still, I owe you.” A laugh, and a peck on the cheek, “I’m sure there’s a sonnet or something I can track down.”

“Oh, gorgeous, you’ll recover!” She meant as a rehearsal for someone else, but eh, what the hell - spirit of the occasion, ‘n’ all that. “Thanks, Reno.” Reaching out to take the offerings with a chuckle, “You’ve caught me a bit short, can you bear to wait for your return gift?”

@sungwrath   //   mya    --   valentines week.

                  He threw his jacket off to the corner  ,  it landed     HAPHAZARDLY    on the back of one of the chairs.  If he wore a tie  ,  he’d have     LOOSENED      it.   Yet as he looked up towards the door frame  ,   his breath caught in his throat    ---    his palms went       dry     and all he could do for a moment  was stare.                   Fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt     EYES GLUED    on Mya’s form.  She was absolutely stunning   ,   sheer perfection. 

      “ and if by spoiling you mean just spending time with me, then that’s perfectly acceptable. but if you mean otherwise then you’re going to have to drag me out, kicking and screaming. ” the glimmer in her eye flashed, mischief spreading easily across her features. nothing was ever easy with aerith gainsborough, was it? still, she reached for his hand and laced her fingers with his, tugging the much taller turk a step closer to her much smaller form. “ got it? ”

Hmm … half the Tower seems to have gone crazy, so why not Reno? But she’s not buying it for a second.

“Is this a rehearsal or something?”

“Nice, but not at all necessary.” Returning the kiss, the barmaid smiled softly to herself. “And that’s funny, I was just about to say the same about you.”

A Turk blushing. This is the kind of incongruous gift he’s been granted by working so closely with the group. The knowledge that few would even believe such a thing continued to curl one corner of his mouth.

“A cat, hm?” Rufus considered the image of predatory grace, hardly finding it offensive. “I believe I’ll take that as a compliment.” He always had appreciated Reno’s transparency. While Rufus was hardly the poster child of an open book, he did appreciate those who didn’t bother hiding what they thought. It made his job a good deal easier for him.

“I see.” The ghost of a sigh was in Rufus’s voice. Not precisely a wasted trip, since the point of coming down here himself had been to stretch his legs, but certainly one that lacked the desired productivity. He leaned himself against the edge of Reno’s desk, an amused smile returning to his lips. He produced to file from the folds of his jacket. “I require Tseng’s signature on a handful of documents. Thought I’d take a walk.” Setting the file down, Rufus tilted his head, blond strands of hair feathering out over his forehead.

Time for the real questions. “What were you listening to that had you so… light on your feet?”

                  RENO FROWNED   ,   ONLY SLIGHTLY    ---   annoyed at the pink tinge that seemed to colour his cheeks somewhat.   The earphones hanging around his neck as the music still played through them   ,   though by now he was paying it absolutely no mind.                      “   Yeah   ,   sir    ---    a cat.  “     Almost feline like in grace   ,   only in your presence as long as they needed or wanted to be.   Would bite you if you annoyed them too much    ---    heavens above   ,   the similarity was striking.    Naturally Reno would not openly say the added parts to the mans face   ,   he liked his head on his shoulders and didn’t want to come face to face with his gun after all.                           He stepped forward   ,   closer to the blonde    ---   and picked up the file  ,  placing it on the   important   pile on Tseng’s desk.  At least that way Reno knew it would take top priority when Tseng did return.   “ Fair. “    He answered   ,   leaning against the desk somewhat  ,   head tilted to one side.    “ Stretchin’ ya legs is important to keep the muscles movin !  Or   ,    so they say anyway. “

                   Then the question of what he was listening to came   ,   only causing the blush to further deepen down his neck.   The song itself had been a guilty pleasure of his  ,  one he didn’t particularly want others to know he’d been listening to.                     For the first time ever      ---     the redhead stammered.

Thera’s first response was a quick double-take. She’d actually been speaking mostly to herself, but since it had been out loud … she chuckled, taking the unexpected answer just the same. “I think that might depend on your point of view. I mean, the restricted zones are signposted and sealed, but I’d hate to end up somewhere I shouldn’t be.” If that happened, a reprimand and mark on her file were probably the least nasty option.

“But, hi … it’s Reno, right?” A guess, but with that hair she didn’t think it could be anyone else. “I don’t suppose you could point me toward Director Tuesti’s office?”

                        “    Ah , but unexpected adventure’s the most fun , dontcha think?    “      He smiled at her as he rubbed the back of his head  ,   he supposed she had a point.  After all  ,  the signs weren’t just there for show.   Well     ---    maybe for him they were  ,  but he could understand others wanting to follow the rules.                             “    alright then  ,  I won’t send ya on a wild chocobo chase   ---   no matter how much fun it might wind up bein’.    “