[video]

Apr 26, 2011 12:42

[Reeve's computer flickers on mid-conversation, obviously, as he and two others are leaning over a map. The other man wears a long, tattered red cloak. The girl seems to be wearing a bikini top and a miniskirt and has her short hair tied back with a bright yellow scarf -- probably not WRO regulation uniform. Reeve's first words are too muffled for the mic to catch, but the girl rolls her eyes.]

Can we break his ribs again? Maybe a few more weeks at home'll make him less bitchy.

If you're that unhappy, Yuffie, you're welcome to find someone else to pay you.

[The girl rolls her eyes and grabs the maps off the table as she leaves the room, muttering insubordination under her breath the whole time. The man in the red cloak sits back, a golden, clawed gauntlet clicking menacingly against the glass-top table.]

I agree with Yuffie.

There's something I thought I'd never hear.

If we wanted to work for Rufus, Reeve, we'd already be working for Rufus. Like Tseng is.

[...Ouch.

Before Reeve can respond, Vincent follows Yuffie out the door. Reeve slides into his chair and presses his fingertips to his temples, reaching over with one hand to key off the monitor.

It figures the community would record this.]

[OOC: Reeve, Yuffie, Vincent.

Now with less eyeglare.]

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