Rufus Shinra

// Please I need someone to rp with... Here or @turkdirector.bsky.social I have muse and no one to write with ;3;

Of course, if she is comfortable with that.

Maybe he just wants Dagger bent over his desk screaming his name.

A grin spreadsheet his lips as he escorts her to his office. A rather plush seat so she can watch him make a coffee.

"Pure coffee, or do you want milk, sugar and perhaps some vanilla?"

An unfortunately particular way.

Lace. Nice.

It's #seductivesunday and everyone needs to participate.

This is not okay.

"Indeed I am. I won't even poison it." An amused smirk on his face. "But I understand if you're afraid."

He doesn't have many of those.

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Nothing had prepared him for the sight of Aerith, knocking on his door looking like she'd been through hell. Blinking once, twice, he had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, she was still there.

"Why did you come /here/?" Shock evident in his voice

for a moment, before helping him to sit down.

"I'll help you, but you have a lot of explaining to do, Genesis. But first I have to know, what happened?" Rufus asked as he went to grab the first aid kit.

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It was on the top of his list of things he never thought would happen, to have Genesis appear on his doorstep, bloodied and looking horrible would be at the top. He was at a loss for words, a frown on his face.

Stepping aside, he let the man in and just stared +

Gladly.

"That sounds nice actually... You know, anyone that can make a good coffee is a rare person. Do you like coffee? You can critique my skills."

What a treat.

"If you weren't a Ninja, what would you be?"

I can give ya something better to think about.

"Because there's always someone worse just waiting, and if I can change or prevent another person like my father taking that seat, I will."

"Anyone caught your eye? Or is the puddle now suddenly an ocean?"

"The masisve burden that comes with making certain decisions because no matter what, it seems that someone is unhappy with them. I do not have all the answers and that annoys me." A huff. "It's a steep learning curve with no training wheels."

"As long as it doesn't make the front page or share company secrets, everyone is fair game."

"I would act sooner on certain plans... as long as I knew what was coming." Anything else, and we'll he wouldn't be who he was.

Without another thought, he helped her inside, to the lounge. Having her take a seat while he tried to avoid the burnt and bloody parts of her.

"I'd say what did you get yourself into this time, but I feel the more pressing question is, how can I help you?"

Let it be said he was not without heart.

It was honestly the last thing he had expected, a rather sorry looking Ninja, collapsing into his arms as he opened the door. How she got the address, it really didn't matter.

While he appeared to be made of ice, he still felt for /certain/ people, even those that annoyed him occasionally.

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🎵And just like the rain
You cast the dust into nothing
And wash out the salt from my hands
So touch me again
I feel my shadow dissolving
Will you cleanse me with pleasure?🎵

"That is a hard question, I can't give a definite yes or no. Because there's reasons I do, and reasons I don't."

This is a ONE time thing.
No reporters.

Even though the blonde knew it wasn't him, there was still that moment of fear. Where he wanted to hide away, to beg to be left alone.

Then training kicked in from Tseng, spending too much time with dangerous people. His first flew, and there was a satisfying crunch of nose.

"Fuck you, 'father'."