[ Finally, a break from the barren monotony of the desert. Midgar looms in the distance. It won't be long now.
Visibility must be improving, because Tseng is barely looking out the windshield anymore. He's got the steering wheel propped up against a knee to keep them coasting forward while he busies himself with something on his phone. Work shit, don't worry about it.
This time, he does smirk. Doesn't look up, but Rufus can plainly see the expression on his face. ]
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Visibility must be improving, because Tseng is barely looking out the windshield anymore. He's got the steering wheel propped up against a knee to keep them coasting forward while he busies himself with something on his phone. Work shit, don't worry about it.
This time, he does smirk. Doesn't look up, but Rufus can plainly see the expression on his face. ]
I'm sure I do.