☄ ━ Meteor Strike
✿ ❜ FLOWER BUDS. // ⇢ @silverstrife !!
Riku sighed while looking at the large glittering building that seemed to center the heart of Midgar. It’s towering stature shadowing the other buildings, asserting it’s dominance over the smog covered city. One would think him of all people would be used to such a place. A center that continues to show how great of a company they are, parading their importance to the general public. Slit pupil eyes glances over towards the movement of a generalized screen, his father’s image plastered all over the form. Genesis and Angeal along side the great General, showing that you too can become a grand help to the people of Midgar -- join ShinRA. ❛ They just don’t quit do they? ❜ He says out-loud, knowing full well that any SOLDIER could have heard him, and earn him a look of suspicion.
Not wanting to cause any more trouble to his parents or family, the youth proceeds into the building. Once inside, he holds his ID card out for the sensor to scan, indicating that in fact he was suppose to be there. He knows this place well, far more than he’s willing to admit. Passing by the lounge area, and pass the odd stares he’s always gifted by other personnel. Riku makes his way towards the elevators and to the restricted floor of his father’s office. The trip up the elevator wasn’t a problem, but now he had to deal with the receptionist that often would ogle his father at every waking moment. Usually, he would be turned away, told to go home by her. Yet, he’s already called ahead, and in this point there’s nothing she could do about it.
A hint of smugness appears over his face as he lightly knocks on the door. He doesn’t wait for her to call in, or beep him in, for he’s already taking through the door. ❛ Father, I’ve arrived just as you’ve asked. . ❜ He says calmly, intense hearing letting him know the older male rustling with some form of papers, or something like it. CLICK! Goes the door as the male must have opened it on the other side, either that, or the receptionist didn’t want to get in trouble with the General. Either one, Riku slowly walks in, smiling the moment his eyes is laid on the older silver. His dearest father, Sephiroth.
❛ Good-morning, father. . . ❜
