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[bravoalphamike]

[ Tseng just really isn't comfortable with all of this. He would say that world-hopping makes him cranky, but he hasn't really done it enough to set a trend. Yet. Gaea, he hopes this won't be a recurring thing

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[bloodinked]

[ Man, Reno's up to his eyeballs in papers and shit, and he's got about ten of them in his arms trying to figure out what's due when and-- Fucking end of quarter what is this bullshi--

...oh.

Oh shit.

That's.

That's a very familiar silhouette, yes it is.

Fuck. Uh. He should like, maybe. Put some of this crap away and at least pretend like he hasn't been acting like a complete tool this entire time. Most probably.

...maybe if he just slowly backs up the way he came, Tseng won't see him. ]

[bravoalphamike]

[ Tseng doesn't even turn around. ]

Reno.

[bloodinked]

[ kaldjhaskjda GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, TSENG. That's creepy. One of these days, he's going to shoot you with a tranq. gun and lop off that ponytail to see if you really are hiding a set of eyes back there. ]

Uh-- [ Dammit. brb shoving papers into bag. Okay, uh. Where were we. He strolls up as nonchalantly as he can, as though he doesn't know that Tseng knows he was trying to sneak off not a few seconds back. ]

Hey, Boss! What's up? When did you get here?

[bravoalphamike]

[ Watching your every move, Reno. ]

Not long. Just this morning. [ He pauses to turn around, so that they can converse just like normal people. ] You look like you've already settled in. How long have you been here?

[carmineblight]

[Axel spots a Tseng. Is it just him or are the people in suits... multiplying? One oughta be neighborly. Or in this case, likely annoying.]

Lost or going for a record?

[bravoalphamike]

[ Tseng doesn't even turn around. ]

R-- [ . . . Disguising that as a cough. You sound a lot like Reno for some reason, Axel! ] Dodging the joggers, actually. Am I in your way?

[carmineblight]

[Imagine that! Axel has no idea as he hasn't met this Reno-thing yet. Whaddya mean he sorta looks like him, too? He's got his own undead mojo happening here, you know.]

I don't jog.

[bravoalphamike]

[ He's a voodoo chile? Lord knows he's a voodoo chile! ]

But do you need the directory?

1/4 \o/

[blacksuited]

[ So Cissnei here's just leaving the Library that she's been haunting for the past couple of weeks every chance she can, ambling down the corridor to the Lobby with a stack of books in her arms.

Entering it, she gives the place a dispassionate glance; elevators, a group of students milling near the entrance, Tseng at the directory-- ]

[blacksuited]

[ . . .

Tseng at the directory? ]

[blacksuited]

[ Tseng was here? But-- ]

[blacksuited]

[ .../sneaks over for a closer look :|a ]