|faicinn_rocais (faicinn_rocais) wrote in areyougame,|
@ 2010-02-12 00:28:00
|Current location:||snowed in|
|Current music:||AFI - The Killing Lights|
|Entry tags:||*final fantasy vii, author: faicinn_rocais|
[FFVII: Reno] The Product of an Overactive Imagination (2/2)
Title: The Product of an Overactive Imagination (2/2)
Warnings: Reno, some language
Word count: 1,898
Prompt: 10- Final Fantasy VII, Reno: antics - It didn't make sense not to live for fun/your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb
Summary: Reno being Reno.
A/N: I think I'm having too much fun with this. The conclusion. Snow report: got 6" yesterday night and we're scheduled for another 8-12". Woo~!
Rufus got an odd look from his secretary when he came into work the next morning. He figured it was because his attire was a bit different than usual; the cleaners had messed up on his usual purple vests forcing him to wear his green one that was reserved for the holidays.
“Any calls I should know about, Sharon?” the young president inquired.
“No, Sir,” Sharon dutifully replied. “I placed some files on your desk and cleaned your office.”
A bit perplexed about the cleaning part, Rufus thanked the woman and entered his office….
…where he was immediately tackled by a whining, barking, licking creature that could only be a puppy. For only puppies were this enthusiastic about anything in life. He was shocked into stillness long enough for the puppy to crawl onto his chest and sit, making himself quite comfortable. Rufus, swore loudly, before grabbing the puppy and returning to the outer office.
“Sharon, what is this?” Rufus asked, pointing to the energetic black ball of fur that was squirming under his arm.
“I think it’s a puppy, sir,” Sharon carefully replied.
“What is it doing in my office?”
Sharon looked confused. “I thought you put him there, Sir; there was a note on your desk about it.”
Rufus looked at her for a moment before returning to his office; door slamming behind him. Making his way to his desk, puppy now bounding about on the floor after him, there was the note that Sharon mentioned.
Sharon, don’t mind the puppy. RS
Rufus would have assumed he’d written the note if he knew for certain he hadn’t. The forgery was very good, however, and only the Turks knew how he held his writing utensils to be able to forge something this good. Knowing that the Turks valued their lives and his, and that there really was only one dumb—or suicidal—enough to try something of this magnitude, he picked up his phone to dial Tseng to find out where Reno was today.
“You’ve reached the voice mail of Tseng; Commander of the Turks. I’m out of the office for reasons you don’t need to know of. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you.”
Rufus scowled, hanging up before the beep. Frosty blue eyes stared down at the puppy who was sitting diligently at his feet, gazing up at him with purple eyes. When he was younger, there had been that Soldier recruit, what’s his name—some emotion—that had had eyes that same colour. Fair; Zack Fair. Curious, the blond man pulled up the Soldier’s file and, sure enough, the beaming, purple eyed face of Zack Fair looked out at him from his computer; the puppy’s coat rather reminiscent of the youth’s ridiculous hair. Reading the comments his teachers had made about him, the President wasn’t sure if he wanted his dog to emulate his tentative namesake as things tended to do around him. Dark Nation had been rather foreboding and broody when he wanted to be.
Looking the puppy over more closely, noting the rather large feet, the wild, almost feral look in its eyes, before deciding he rather liked the puppy, firmly denying that its overall adorable factor had nothing to do with it.
“Your name is Anselm,” Rufus informed the puppy. “If you loo on my floor, I will shoot you. Speak if you need to go, and I’ll take you to a plant, understand?”
The puppy barked and wriggled happily.
This looked like it would work out.