[Even Rufus can’t avoid crinkling his nose at the sight of… something on a plate being brought out and slid before the sleeping man. It looks awful and it smells worse. He wouldn’t even feed it to his dog. But lo and behold, the scent is enough to awaken Alec’s contact, who then proceeds dig into the stuff like he hasn’t eaten in a decade as Rufus watches. It’s a truly nauseating sight, observing the gravy-like substance stick to his facial hair; this is ten times worse than watching Palmer melt butter into his tea.
At least he’s a jovial sort, which is a promising start, though there’s no way Shinra’s heir is going to stow away his frown, not when the stench of that food is swirling between them. He chimes in anyway, eyes fixed on Bobby.]
And preferably the kind that pays well, too. Heard good things about you, after all.
[Which is bullshit — he’s heard nothing about this mess of a man until now.]
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At least he’s a jovial sort, which is a promising start, though there’s no way Shinra’s heir is going to stow away his frown, not when the stench of that food is swirling between them. He chimes in anyway, eyes fixed on Bobby.]
And preferably the kind that pays well, too. Heard good things about you, after all.
[Which is bullshit — he’s heard nothing about this mess of a man until now.]