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Who: Tseng, Cissnei
When: Sometime during the day/evening.
Where: ShinRa Co~
Rating: Uhhh, TBA, honestly.
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Cissnei promised Schu she wouldn't come into the office to work. She said nothing about going out to work or coming to the office to not work~ (Farf-mun, since Farfarello said he'd take her there, I kinda skimmed over that. I hope that's okay~ :[ Lemme know if I should add/change anything.)
There was a sense of relief for Cissnei that accompanied being allowed out of the house. She wasn't one to enjoy being cooped up, and while the rest for a day or so had been needed and much appreciated, she was getting anxious and anxiety-ridden with so many people fussing and worrying over her. Not to say it wasn't touching and that she didn't appreciate it or find it amazingly endearing, but... well, she liked her work, and she liked her freedom, and being hindered from either was the quickest way to have her out of sorts and simply worsen the problem.
So when Farfarello agreed to let her out (even if it meant him accompanying her to the ShinRa building), she was more than pleased. Granted, it was somewhat breaking her word to Schuldig, but not exactly. She'd told him that she wouldn't work at the office and she had every intention of keeping that promise. Going to see Tseng was hardly considered work, and it was something that would make her feel better, wasn’t it? Surely he wouldn't keep her from doing that.
The Turk did, of course, have to be difficult and go zipping off in some random direction the second she and the Irishman were outside the house, knowing well he'd follow after on her heels every step of the way. And all Cissnei could do was shriek and laugh, glad to be out and stretching her legs, even after a few times of face-planting right into the snow and having Farfarello damned near trip over her. It was relaxing, and it was fun, and by the time they reached the ShinRa building, Cissnei was panting for breath and turning to flash him a wide, impish grin.
"Thanks for walking me. I promise I won't head home by myself when I'm ready to go, okay?" If Farf wasn't around to bring her home, then she'd have Tseng do it, or insist Schuldig take a moment out of his busy day to go with her. She wanted to see him anyway.
She excused herself from Farfarello, then, heading up the several flights of stairs, pausing to wave hello to a few people that were both surprised and pleased to see her, and to Tseng's office she went, smiling to herself the entire way. It wouldn't do to let anyone know that she was, in fact, incredibly rattled and sick to her stomach at the thought of her own death. It was not something she'd wanted to ever experience a second time. But Tseng didn't need to know that, either, did he? No one did. Not even Schuldig, and if he tried to pry into her mind later to find it out, she'd shove him right back out as best as she could.
Cissnei was quiet as she nudged open the office door, peering in at the familiar sight of Tseng behind his desk and hunched over that endless pile after pile of paperwork. Undoubtedly, he was getting stuck with all of hers even moreso while she wasn't there, and that.... made her feel a little guilty.
She slipped inside as quietly as she was able, careful not to let her brightly colored scarf catch in the door upon closing it and clasping her hands behind her back as she meandered over. It amused her, really, how engrossed he got in his work sometimes. How many 'kick me' notes had Reno stuck to the man's back over the years when Tseng was lost in his work like this? Cissnei had lost count.
Rather than approach from the front, Cissnei circled around to the back of Tseng's desk. Far easier to get close that way, and she did just that. Stepping just up behind his chair, she leaned forward and down, arms sliding around his neck and shoulders and down she moved in until her lips were right beside his ear. Her skin was practically radiating cold from having been outside, and he felt wonderfully warm in comparison.
"Hey, handsome. Have a few minutes to spare?"
When: Sometime during the day/evening.
Where: ShinRa Co~
Rating: Uhhh, TBA, honestly.
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Cissnei promised Schu she wouldn't come into the office to work. She said nothing about going out to work or coming to the office to not work~ (Farf-mun, since Farfarello said he'd take her there, I kinda skimmed over that. I hope that's okay~ :[ Lemme know if I should add/change anything.)
There was a sense of relief for Cissnei that accompanied being allowed out of the house. She wasn't one to enjoy being cooped up, and while the rest for a day or so had been needed and much appreciated, she was getting anxious and anxiety-ridden with so many people fussing and worrying over her. Not to say it wasn't touching and that she didn't appreciate it or find it amazingly endearing, but... well, she liked her work, and she liked her freedom, and being hindered from either was the quickest way to have her out of sorts and simply worsen the problem.
So when Farfarello agreed to let her out (even if it meant him accompanying her to the ShinRa building), she was more than pleased. Granted, it was somewhat breaking her word to Schuldig, but not exactly. She'd told him that she wouldn't work at the office and she had every intention of keeping that promise. Going to see Tseng was hardly considered work, and it was something that would make her feel better, wasn’t it? Surely he wouldn't keep her from doing that.
The Turk did, of course, have to be difficult and go zipping off in some random direction the second she and the Irishman were outside the house, knowing well he'd follow after on her heels every step of the way. And all Cissnei could do was shriek and laugh, glad to be out and stretching her legs, even after a few times of face-planting right into the snow and having Farfarello damned near trip over her. It was relaxing, and it was fun, and by the time they reached the ShinRa building, Cissnei was panting for breath and turning to flash him a wide, impish grin.
"Thanks for walking me. I promise I won't head home by myself when I'm ready to go, okay?" If Farf wasn't around to bring her home, then she'd have Tseng do it, or insist Schuldig take a moment out of his busy day to go with her. She wanted to see him anyway.
She excused herself from Farfarello, then, heading up the several flights of stairs, pausing to wave hello to a few people that were both surprised and pleased to see her, and to Tseng's office she went, smiling to herself the entire way. It wouldn't do to let anyone know that she was, in fact, incredibly rattled and sick to her stomach at the thought of her own death. It was not something she'd wanted to ever experience a second time. But Tseng didn't need to know that, either, did he? No one did. Not even Schuldig, and if he tried to pry into her mind later to find it out, she'd shove him right back out as best as she could.
Cissnei was quiet as she nudged open the office door, peering in at the familiar sight of Tseng behind his desk and hunched over that endless pile after pile of paperwork. Undoubtedly, he was getting stuck with all of hers even moreso while she wasn't there, and that.... made her feel a little guilty.
She slipped inside as quietly as she was able, careful not to let her brightly colored scarf catch in the door upon closing it and clasping her hands behind her back as she meandered over. It amused her, really, how engrossed he got in his work sometimes. How many 'kick me' notes had Reno stuck to the man's back over the years when Tseng was lost in his work like this? Cissnei had lost count.
Rather than approach from the front, Cissnei circled around to the back of Tseng's desk. Far easier to get close that way, and she did just that. Stepping just up behind his chair, she leaned forward and down, arms sliding around his neck and shoulders and down she moved in until her lips were right beside his ear. Her skin was practically radiating cold from having been outside, and he felt wonderfully warm in comparison.
"Hey, handsome. Have a few minutes to spare?"