No, it's not regulation. But I won't tell your boss if you won't.
[He's seen Tseng possessive before. He's seen him hungry, and eager, and even commanding. This — the shudder in the way he breathes out, the fidget in the way he touches his updo for no good reason — this, maybe, is the thing that drives him insane. That he made Tseng look like that. That something he did made perfect, impenetrable Tseng shiver.]
...I had it commissioned.
[It's one sentence that does a lot of heavy lifting in the implications that come in its wake. That he didn't just see those pins in a shop window and think of Tseng; no, that his plan for this extended out much further still, that he'd wanted them and sought out someone who could make them a reality, and got them and brought them here and made sure Tseng would find them.
A few months back, he'd gotten a gift like this himself, on a particularly significant morning. He'd had the same experience, the same recognition that he'd been thought of so. It feels good to be able to give it back in return to someone who needs nothing and deserves everything.]
You don't mind? I know it's not what you...we...usually...
[He sort of shrugs a little, as if to finish the rest of the thought: it's not what the president of Shinra and his director would do, but maybe it's what Rufus and Tseng do. Maybe.]
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[He's seen Tseng possessive before. He's seen him hungry, and eager, and even commanding. This — the shudder in the way he breathes out, the fidget in the way he touches his updo for no good reason — this, maybe, is the thing that drives him insane. That he made Tseng look like that. That something he did made perfect, impenetrable Tseng shiver.]
...I had it commissioned.
[It's one sentence that does a lot of heavy lifting in the implications that come in its wake. That he didn't just see those pins in a shop window and think of Tseng; no, that his plan for this extended out much further still, that he'd wanted them and sought out someone who could make them a reality, and got them and brought them here and made sure Tseng would find them.
A few months back, he'd gotten a gift like this himself, on a particularly significant morning. He'd had the same experience, the same recognition that he'd been thought of so. It feels good to be able to give it back in return to someone who needs nothing and deserves everything.]
You don't mind? I know it's not what you...we...usually...
[He sort of shrugs a little, as if to finish the rest of the thought: it's not what the president of Shinra and his director would do, but maybe it's what Rufus and Tseng do. Maybe.]