[This is the third suite door of Rufus's, now, that Tseng has found his way to since the former's arrival in the resort; tellingly, it's the first of any that Rufus has lived in where the opulence meets his subconscious expectations. Maybe that's why he makes such a stunning contrast to it all when he opens the door to greet Tseng, framed by walls of nearly-white lit with fixtures that cast a yellowy glow and a stunning marble floor inlaid with gold, but himself in a pair of pressed khaki slacks and a blue Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow. Beside him, Darkstar lingers contentedly, vigilant but at ease from having already scented the visitor outside the doors; behind Rufus the penthouse seems to stretch on and on, with numerous doorways dotting the corridor that suggests a little manor all its own.

Leave it to the boy-king of Midgar to finally feel perfectly at ease in a palace like this. His eyes light up at the sight of Tseng on the other side of the doorway, less from any surprise at the visitor and more just from the pleasure of seeing him at all.]

My 4:00, I take it? Good, I had a cancellation. Disappointing, really; something must've scared my new recruit off.

[His smile widens, surprisingly warm; beside him, Darkstar jingles her collar softly, as pleased as Rufus to see her second-favorite person.]

I guess he just couldn't handle the pressure like you.