[Some people, certainly, would've found such an assumption bizarre in the extreme. The fact that Rufus was entirely correct in his assumption, and that Tseng was able to produce exactly what he was asking for within moments, is either a testament to how well they know each other, or a sign that they're both tilted more than a little toward the unhinged side of abnormal.
But again, the awkwardness fades quickly as he finds himself engrossed in the numbers, oddly pleased to be presented with something so familiar as figures and records — just like the old days, when he'd grasped for every bit of information about his father's company that he could get his hands on, intent on learning through puzzle pieces what no one would ever deign to invite him to hear in boardrooms.
Having himself as a baseline makes it easy. One...item of activity. One infusion of funds. And as he stares at the numbers like he's waiting for them to put on a performance before his eyes, his potatoes linger forgotten at his side.
Just like old times, really.]
There doesn't seem to be any correlation between the payout and the rank of the partner.
[His eyes skim thoughtfully over the page, landing on a blank near the bottom of the page — all the rest of the information categorized, but no rank or suit notated. The significance of it hits him a moment later, and he ducks his head a little further down over the book so that the fall of his hair hides any redness that might begin to color his cheeks or his ears.]
Not the suit...
[The tip of his finger impacts lightly off the page, lips pressing just slightly more firmly together as he turns possibilities over and over in his head.]
...They paid you more for this one. The three of spades is listed...three times. But that's contrary to the purpose of the game. It makes sense to reward output, but not exclusivity.
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But again, the awkwardness fades quickly as he finds himself engrossed in the numbers, oddly pleased to be presented with something so familiar as figures and records — just like the old days, when he'd grasped for every bit of information about his father's company that he could get his hands on, intent on learning through puzzle pieces what no one would ever deign to invite him to hear in boardrooms.
Having himself as a baseline makes it easy. One...item of activity. One infusion of funds. And as he stares at the numbers like he's waiting for them to put on a performance before his eyes, his potatoes linger forgotten at his side.
Just like old times, really.]
There doesn't seem to be any correlation between the payout and the rank of the partner.
[His eyes skim thoughtfully over the page, landing on a blank near the bottom of the page — all the rest of the information categorized, but no rank or suit notated. The significance of it hits him a moment later, and he ducks his head a little further down over the book so that the fall of his hair hides any redness that might begin to color his cheeks or his ears.]
Not the suit...
[The tip of his finger impacts lightly off the page, lips pressing just slightly more firmly together as he turns possibilities over and over in his head.]
...They paid you more for this one. The three of spades is listed...three times. But that's contrary to the purpose of the game. It makes sense to reward output, but not exclusivity.