you didn't count on me
Characters: bravoalphamike and holy_prankster
Location: Apartment One-Oh-Indigo, and then onward to the mall!
Rating: PG
Time: Late morning.
Description: Tseng: the Turk formerly known as ShinRa Lapdawwwwwg. Now he's a Seeing-Eye Dog. What kind of crazy hijinks will come of this?!
Tseng couldn't say that he had any idea what to expect. Sohki's door was easy enough to find, and Tseng knew that the door would open to the same uninspired layout as the rest of the cells in this joint, but Sohki himself was a bit of a mystery. He had a hunch -- and his hunches had become best friends with him over the years -- that something was Up when Sohki didn't open his eyes for the duration of his broadcast.
And all that charisma and charm? Tseng spent the best years of his life at the left hand of the most powerful people in the world. He'd sniffed Sohki out like a bloodhound after a particularly pungent rat, and Sohki hadn't disappointed. What lurked beyond his otherwise unmentionable apartment tag was something familiar to Tseng, something cunning with what he figured was no shortage of agenda.
Tseng liked that. The smile that he wore was a uniform in most cases, but here it was bordering on genuine. This was almost like a homecoming to him. After three curt, professional raps on the door, he folded his arms and waited.
Location: Apartment One-Oh-Indigo, and then onward to the mall!
Rating: PG
Time: Late morning.
Description: Tseng: the Turk formerly known as ShinRa Lapdawwwwwg. Now he's a Seeing-Eye Dog. What kind of crazy hijinks will come of this?!
Tseng couldn't say that he had any idea what to expect. Sohki's door was easy enough to find, and Tseng knew that the door would open to the same uninspired layout as the rest of the cells in this joint, but Sohki himself was a bit of a mystery. He had a hunch -- and his hunches had become best friends with him over the years -- that something was Up when Sohki didn't open his eyes for the duration of his broadcast.
And all that charisma and charm? Tseng spent the best years of his life at the left hand of the most powerful people in the world. He'd sniffed Sohki out like a bloodhound after a particularly pungent rat, and Sohki hadn't disappointed. What lurked beyond his otherwise unmentionable apartment tag was something familiar to Tseng, something cunning with what he figured was no shortage of agenda.
Tseng liked that. The smile that he wore was a uniform in most cases, but here it was bordering on genuine. This was almost like a homecoming to him. After three curt, professional raps on the door, he folded his arms and waited.