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Midgar. It was good to be back, striding down the corridors of headquarters, after months of dashing around on a spiel of neverending business trips. He needed to dump his luggage, to catch up with Tseng…
…Tseng…
“Welcome back, sir.” The Turk was dressed utterly impeccably...
In a Bright Pink.
And Orange.
Short-sleeved shirt.
With Flowers.
...Hibiscus, to be precise.
“What… is... that?”
"It's Hawaiian Day, sir. Didn't you get the memo?"
"I--" Rufus' sentence was cut off as he slammed into--
--"Reno," he said, when he had recovered his voice. "Why are you wearing a coconut bra?"