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Is that right? Suspicion creeps in to the arch of his brows, gloved fingers tracing the edge of Reeve's desk as he rounds the corner and takes a seat atop the workspace. "I thought the President had ordered your division halt its projects for the time being? So what have you been up to?"

Well, that was short-lived in his mind. Yet, he couldn't help but shrug it off. " oh no, Because I would gladly tell you all the details of what I do. Isn't that what you guys want from me?" a pause. " Very good news. Good news I think I'm about to get some rest over."

#reevc #Tseng: You're not entirely unattractive you know.

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A huff of disbelief, amusement dulling its edges. "I appreciate the candor about your love life, Director, and hope you'll spare me the vivid details if that time should ever come. However, you're working on a report to divulge this good news I trust?"

"No, if I had time for a relationship I would tell you beforehand. Though, getting wonderful news on a project feels just the same."

#reevc #IF not WHEN. #Poor Reeve not having time for a date. #Tseng will find you a nice date. #Round robin style.

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Wouldn't dream of it. "Anything in particular to smile about? New girl, perhaps?"

"Oh! Tseng. and yes I am -- Don't ruin it though."

#reevc #Tseng immediately: Well just because you said that now I'm gonna ruin it.

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"Someone's in a good mood."

he's beaming today.

#reevc

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#Well that was an easy complete. #All event items at the end of the questline. #Thank god. #YOU CAN PET TORGAL AND HE DOES A HAPPY LIL WAG.

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#WAIT AM I SPOILING XVI FOR MYSELF BY ACTUALLY PAYING ATTENTION TO THE QUEST STORY?! #FUCK.

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#I have never played XVI but I want to. #But FFXIV is having a crossover event. #YOU CAN GET TORGAL AS A MOUNT. #And main dude's outfit!!

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You need someone to blame. I suggest you look in the mirror. For us, however, things have changed. While you're still wanted fugitives, if you stay out of our way, we'll stay out of yours.

#My son is Unruly Hot. #You're lying if you tell me you don't want to get railed against his desk.

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@obscureign

"Using your executive powers feels like cheating...sir."

#When I; an old man; figure out how this system works... #it's over for you. #obscureign

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@obscureign

"Do I win yet, sir?"

#The booping war has begun. #And Tseng is COMPETITIVE. #obscureign

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@gcldfanged

"Prison. Prison for a thousand years."

#The OFFENSE taken!! #gcldfanged

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@bitterarcs

"You're fired."

#bitterarcs

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.

#My new favorite thing about Rude is his bald cult in Junon.

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#EC's weekly is Reno and now I'm sad.

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@chthonicsurge asked: Nero doesn’t sleep. That much is obvious from a glance at his face, the deep, dark bags under his eyes denoting a life spent without so much as a wink of restful sleep. In the small instances he does drift off, he does nothing but toss and turn. Thrashing against invisible enemies until he startles himself awake. But the worst are the nights he awakes screaming. It’s a bone-chilling scream. The shadows of the room go wild as Nero lurches upright, panting, hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he trembles. Clenching his eyes tightly shut and pressing his fists to his temples to try to hold onto his control, biting the inside of his cheek until blood dribbles from his lips. Malice is in his eyes when the Turk approaches, breathing hard, a wild look about him that says he will not hesitate. He exhales shakily and sinks back down, closing his eyes. “Just a dream. My apologies for interrupting your beauty sleep, Turk.”

Peaceful isn't a word he'd use under the same roof as someone so unsettling but it had been as close to it as he had come since the assignment started. Nero had not yet given him reason to doubt his safety, but one moment is all it took. His gun lay at the corner of the desk he'd commandeered, lamp light a dull yellow casting its glow in a ring around him and only him. It barely reached beyond the aged surface of his work space.

In such a confined space where the bustle of the city is vanished, every minute sound is amplified, leaving him with no uncertain direction in which the scream emanated from. He'd never heard anything like it, nails on a chalkboard, the animalistic terror of a beast in the throes of its own death desperately clawing for that end to make the pain stop.

Tseng is frozen in place, fingers clenched tight around his pen as he looks up to see the muted darkness of the room shift and writhe. Nero...

It is a terrible idea to approach the sleeping in the throes of a nightmare, he learned this lesson the hard way with Veld, and yet approach he does, barreling into the side room pistol in hand to fend off whatever it was that was attacking him and..

Those eyes fixate upon him and for a heartbeat he wonders if he'll ever breathe again. The fear that takes hold is just as great as the terror he felt in the unknown wailing, finger trembling on the trigger.

What are you afraid of, the noise? HA! The noise won't hurt you boy, but if you aren't going to fire the damn thing take your finger off the god damn trigger. NEVER rest your finger on it unless you mean to USE it. Now give the damn thing here.

Beauty sleep? Ah...shaking his head, he glances at the clock. Yes it was three in the morning, wasn't it? He'd meant to go to bed a while ago...

"Are you...alright?" He expects lip in return, a sneer condescending and biting but he can not in all good conscience leave the man to tremble in his bed.

#chthonicsurge #Fingers itching to write Tseng cradling him... #MUST. RESIST. #He'd prolly get stabbed.

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#Seriously debating making a Vincent. #You know who you are and that you're to blame.

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This Tweet made me laugh so hard.

This is exactly why Genesis is so hilarious. WHO ELSE DOES THIS SHIT.

#Dramatic to the end. #We love him here.