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[It looks like Rufus. Reeve is sitting at the desk in Rufus's home office, his own laptop in front of him, hard at work. That shouldn't bother Rufus. He might not even mind the mug of coffee at Reeve's right hand.
The tip of that this isn't Rufus is probably the raspberry cheese cake on his other side, half eaten with a fork still on the plate. He reaches for another bite, frowning as a drip of raspberry sauce falls down -- right onto the pristine white of Rufus's pants.]
Oh, bah.
The tip of that this isn't Rufus is probably the raspberry cheese cake on his other side, half eaten with a fork still on the plate. He reaches for another bite, frowning as a drip of raspberry sauce falls down -- right onto the pristine white of Rufus's pants.]
Oh, bah.