[ Rufus and Reno can run their whole make Shinra great again schtick all they want; Tseng is here to make sure no one fucks with them. Especially not this one in particular. ]
He'll live.
[ Literally the flattest observation ever made. He has more important tasks at hand. Zipping, buckling, adjusting the president into this uniform. He lifts the helmet, but pauses.
Job or not, he's still Tseng. Before he covers Rufus's face, he wipes the blood from it with a gentle sweep of his thumb. It's not just a tender gesture; his thumb immediately goes into his own mouth, and his lips curl as he licks it down. ]
Sir.
[ The helmet comes down, snaps in the back. Now all that's left is to struggle lifting Seifer, who is the heaviest fucking person Tseng thinks he has ever met. ]
no subject
He'll live.
[ Literally the flattest observation ever made. He has more important tasks at hand. Zipping, buckling, adjusting the president into this uniform. He lifts the helmet, but pauses.
Job or not, he's still Tseng. Before he covers Rufus's face, he wipes the blood from it with a gentle sweep of his thumb. It's not just a tender gesture; his thumb immediately goes into his own mouth, and his lips curl as he licks it down. ]
Sir.
[ The helmet comes down, snaps in the back. Now all that's left is to struggle lifting Seifer, who is the heaviest fucking person Tseng thinks he has ever met. ]
The door, please, if you will.