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[afterlaborday]

It had been a difficult set of years for the Turks and the young, now ex-president of Shinra. Not only had they lost the ShinRa building due to Weapon but they had spent the intervening years randomly losing one another, whether it be due to enemies of the defunct company, Stigma or Remnants. It was a little trying and yet surprisingly no one ever decided it was time to truly cut and run.

With the fact things had calmed down after the death of Kadaj and the rest of the Remnants, and with Cloud and his group really not even concerned about Rufus and the Turks, it seemed as good a time as any to try and take at least a short break. The removal of the Stigma insured that no one would have to baby-sit the blonde and a nice, private beach-side home insured they'd have some measure of privacy.

Naturally everyone was welcome to do as they wished, so long as they didn't cause trouble for the group, and Rufus had decided his idea of relaxing, at least for the day, was to sit out at the beach with a good book, enjoying the sun and some peace and quiet for a change. Even if he didn't expect the latter to last very long.

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[afterlaborday]

Rufus often wondered if Reno had realized his slow-to-respond attitude towards the red-head was to see what he would do. Reno was so often think first, act later, that it was a sort of game for the blond to try his patience; after all, Reno was his subordinate and so that should obviously earn him a little extra time before the pouty, don't-waste-my-time attitude came about, right? It was one of those terrible little qualities about Rufus that he could never entirely break.

Still once he's decided to acknowledge Reno, he's at least attentive enough, smiling at the response given about Rude. No, the two Turks weren't attached at the hip in the literal sense, but they spent so much time together they may as well have been sometimes. It was honestly a good thing, and a bad thing. Good in that they worked well together and didn't always need to communicate when something was going down, bad in that it really could mean a mess when one or the other was tired of the company.

Fortunately, a lot of that had also tempered the longer they knew each other and Reno and Rude didn't get into too many moments where they just wanted to smack each other; though Rufus was sure those were there.

As to the history, Rufus isn't going to comment. He honestly reads certain books for both pleasure and business, his mind capable of separating useless information from interesting, possibly useful, tidbits. He's more interested right now though in asking a simple question.

"And I'm that break?"