[Vegetarian, Rufus thinks idly as he's handed his plate of food, which would've smelled phenomenal even if he weren't hungry enough that just about anything would make his mouth water. It's absolutely the potatoes, that is, and not the way Tseng gravitates so naturally into his proximity, taking up position at his side instead of across from him and facing each other, the way they normally would if they were scheming.
It's just a little more intimate that way. He'd shove a forkful of potatoes into his mouth to combat the thought, but for the fact that he knows better than to burn his tongue needlessly on food so fresh out of the oven.]
Then that's the endgame. One of us to Queen or King.
[He says "one of us" like he doesn't already know who it will be. It might be easier to shift Tseng up given his existing proximity to the ranks in question, but with how much he surely loathes the attention already, he'd likely recoil from the thought of being exposed to even more of it.]
...Speaking of amenities. Did you credit funds to my account? I can't imagine who else would have.
[Guess who found himself with the charming pocket change of $250 following the Beach Situation™.]
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It's just a little more intimate that way. He'd shove a forkful of potatoes into his mouth to combat the thought, but for the fact that he knows better than to burn his tongue needlessly on food so fresh out of the oven.]
Then that's the endgame. One of us to Queen or King.
[He says "one of us" like he doesn't already know who it will be. It might be easier to shift Tseng up given his existing proximity to the ranks in question, but with how much he surely loathes the attention already, he'd likely recoil from the thought of being exposed to even more of it.]
...Speaking of amenities. Did you credit funds to my account? I can't imagine who else would have.
[Guess who found himself with the charming pocket change of $250 following the Beach Situation™.]