And here Cloud has only just been overcome with relief as the security guard's vaguely interested gaze is distracted by the far more important infraction posed by a couple of kids racing around him at potentially dangerous speeds. Bye-bye, see you later, now back to--
Oh. Right. This.
Resisting the great and terrible rise of an incredibly weary sigh that threatens just under the surface, Cloud tries to sound at least passingly enthusiastic as he responds. ]
Yes, sir.
[ He manages basically mechanical, again, instead, as he pivots right on a heel and makes yet another trip to the nearest token dispenser. At least the Company's footing the bill, on this one -- though he doesn't fancy having to explain any expense reports, and he definitely doesn't expect Rufus will corroborate his story in any way, if he tries to elaborate upon the Great Moogle Hunt of XXXX.
Oh well. No use fighting it. Now -- how many more tokens to get? He supposes if he goes for the highest amount, it could look like an insult (will it really take him that many?). But the lowest could come across the wrong way, too, couldn't it? (He's not trying to be cheap.)
Taking too long probably isn't going to earn him any points, either, though, as Rufus jealously guards his machine, so he jabs a button for one of the middle amounts without putting in much more thought. Retrieving his card and shoveling the tokens out carefully into the tail of his uniform shirt (pockets full with the tickets he's also carrying, already), he hurries back.
With the renewed resolve that he'll never complain about plain old, standing around guard duty being boring, again. That's for sure. ]
it's okay, it's the one thing I do know about human anatomy. because I bash mine into stuff so often
And here Cloud has only just been overcome with relief as the security guard's vaguely interested gaze is distracted by the far more important infraction posed by a couple of kids racing around him at potentially dangerous speeds. Bye-bye, see you later, now back to--
Oh. Right. This.
Resisting the great and terrible rise of an incredibly weary sigh that threatens just under the surface, Cloud tries to sound at least passingly enthusiastic as he responds. ]
Yes, sir.
[ He manages basically mechanical, again, instead, as he pivots right on a heel and makes yet another trip to the nearest token dispenser. At least the Company's footing the bill, on this one -- though he doesn't fancy having to explain any expense reports, and he definitely doesn't expect Rufus will corroborate his story in any way, if he tries to elaborate upon the Great Moogle Hunt of XXXX.
Oh well. No use fighting it. Now -- how many more tokens to get? He supposes if he goes for the highest amount, it could look like an insult (will it really take him that many?). But the lowest could come across the wrong way, too, couldn't it? (He's not trying to be cheap.)
Taking too long probably isn't going to earn him any points, either, though, as Rufus jealously guards his machine, so he jabs a button for one of the middle amounts without putting in much more thought. Retrieving his card and shoveling the tokens out carefully into the tail of his uniform shirt (pockets full with the tickets he's also carrying, already), he hurries back.
With the renewed resolve that he'll never complain about plain old, standing around guard duty being boring, again. That's for sure. ]