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[workin_overtime]

[ Rude is sitting at a table in the Cafeteria, getting used to his surroundings. He choose a seat more out in the open than he would usually care for, but he was being more conspicuous than usual for a good reason. They had told him that his partner from back home had been dragged into this whole mess as well, and he felt it was much more likely to

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[key2destiny]

[Sora has found his way to the cafeteria merely by the smell of food that wafted from the area. He pauses as he's heading for the counter noticing something. There's this guy. Sitting at a table. And he seems to be waiting because there's no food in front of him. This inspires Sora to wander closer.]

Hey there. Waiting for someone?

[workin_overtime]

Mm.

[ Rude bows his head respectfully, giving the boy his attention, while continuing to keep the corner of his eye on the entrance. ]

Yes, a fellow associate.

[ How much should he say to this boy? Were the Turks all keeping their cover here? He figured he should probably assume so, just to be on the safe side. ]

A man with hair the color of fire. He's quite. . .loud, and talks a lot.

[key2destiny]

[Well that description makes Sora think of a certain person. He scratches the back of his head.]

Is his name Axel?

[Don't mind the fact that the hood on Sora's jacket seems to be moving a little.]

[workin_overtime]

[ Rude shakes his head slowly, not having expected there to be more than one person matching Reno's description. ]

No. His name is Reno.

[ Rude doesn't mind it, per se, but he does note the fact that the hood is moving. ]

Have you ever heard of him?

[blacksuited]

[ Since the nightmares had started and Cissnei tried staving them off with coffee and minimal amount of sleep, she had begun to look a bit... haggard. Feel it, too. Tired, cranky, with a constant ache in her jaw from keeping her teeth clenched and a slower reaction time.

Nevertheless, when she sees Rude on the way to the buffet table, it's an immediate shock--

First Tseng, now Rude? ]

[blacksuited]

[ --followed by joy and adrenalin at seeing her associate again. Here. She makes a beeline for where he's sitting, a grin on her face. ]

Rude!

[workin_overtime]

Cissnei.

[ Rude nodded his head slightly, with respect, and though his voice didn't display his relief upon seeing a familiar face his demeanor immediately lightened as his shoulders relaxed slightly. ]

Is there anything wrong?

[ His eyes focused sharply through his glasses on the rings around her own eyes. ]

[blacksuited]

[ Cissnei notices the relaxing of those broad shoulders, and her smile grows brighter. Rude seems a bit younger than she recalls, however.

His next question has her slightly confused before she remembers how she probably looks without three days of sleep, and she shakes her head. ]

Oh, no. [ A pause. ] Well, technically yes, but first, tell me-- when did you get here?

[carmineblight]

[Axel detects this suit infestation problem is getting worse. That being said, he has a hotdog in hand and spots a squeeze bottle of mayo at your table, so don't mind him while he helps himself. Except, well...]

Ever think about taking those off indoors?

[From the small gesture he makes, he means the sunglasses.]

[workin_overtime]

[ This one was loud, forward, and amazingly did fit the exact definition he had given that kid earlier. ]

You ever think of getting a haircut? [ He mumbled back, while smiling smugly, in reply, as if it were obviously a question on the same caliber. ] Axel, correct?

[carmineblight]

[Well, this is a first. His reputation precedes him. He arches an eyebrow and flips the mayo bottle back onto the table, eyes on it as it lands perfectly on its base.]

Off by three letters, but what's it to you, baldie?

[Yes, he lied. And is currently casually taking a bite out of his hotdog. Keeping awake this long with this body temperature really makes a guy hungry, you know, even if he can't actually 'feel' terror, the dreams are disturbing enough.]

[workin_overtime]

[ Rude shakes his head slightly. ] Just looking for a friend of mine. [ He pauses, gesturing toward the man's head. ] You just happen to fit his description. . . for the most part.

[ Rude couldn't help but wonder where their similarities might end. Baldie, indeed!]