Some of them. Others, you may have to pry from my cold dead hands.
[ that's not true, actually. tseng would tell rufus anything. but he likes the playfulness, the flirting. ]
I'll see you shortly.
[ and indeed, it doesn't take longer than a few minutes for tseng to leave his own suite and make his way to rufus'. the only delay is in retrieving the ingredients for drinks, as he'd promised to make—notably not the whiskey neat that rufus has always professed to like, but fruit juice and peach schnapps and vodka for something akin to the fun cocktails rufus used to drink before the world really sank its claws into him.
he knocks on rufus' door and then steps back, waiting to be let in, a small and unconscious smile settled on his face. ]
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[ that's not true, actually. tseng would tell rufus anything. but he likes the playfulness, the flirting. ]
I'll see you shortly.
[ and indeed, it doesn't take longer than a few minutes for tseng to leave his own suite and make his way to rufus'. the only delay is in retrieving the ingredients for drinks, as he'd promised to make—notably not the whiskey neat that rufus has always professed to like, but fruit juice and peach schnapps and vodka for something akin to the fun cocktails rufus used to drink before the world really sank its claws into him.
he knocks on rufus' door and then steps back, waiting to be let in, a small and unconscious smile settled on his face. ]