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"The next time you want to send me on a wild goose chase, don't." Cloud enters the office with a low grumble, "send someone else."
Rufus looks up from the file in front of him, unphased by the mako-green glare he's grown so accustomed to. "Why would I bother to send someone else, when I know how capable you are?"
Cloud sighs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the playful tone. Rufus' eyes follow him as he continues forward, leaning against the desk beside him.
"It's a waste of my time." Cloud offers as an answer.
Rufus hums, "I hadn't realized it'd be such a waste of your time. Forgive me, Mister Strife. Allow me to make it up to you." As if to farther commit to his apology — though Cloud knew his words were nothing more then to tease him — Rufus covers his gloved hand with his, fingers playing with the edge of the leather.
Cloud allows it, the corner of his lips curling into a small smirk. "I may be interested. What do you have in mind?"
"Dinner," Rufus offers with a playful gleam, "and if all goes well, you'll return with me to my bed."