Oh. Okay. That was- Huh. Fantastic. Alright, then.
He was going to take another breath. And hold it. For a minute or two, really, before talking. Because if he started to speak otherwise, he'd be yelling back. And if he started yelling, he'd start losing it, and he was so, so not up for losing it any more than he already had, tonight.
"ShinRa really was an electric company. They just wound up so freakin' rich and influential, they turned into the actin' government at the time. It was the safe way to say it, Rikku. I came here doin' covert ops. Everybody got the same story, including you." Okay. One down.
A... er. A lot more to go.
"I got no interest in Jenny. I never had any interest in Jenny. Jenny and I do radio, and then we annoy the shit out of one another, and then we get drunk, annoy each other more, and that's that. That's me an' Jenny. Radio co-hosts. We work together. I don't screw the coworkers."
Two down.
"Doji and I act that way around you because we think it's cute. And not, ha-ha, fuckin' funny, pat you on the head and give you a cookie cute. I mean cute like, when you blush like that, I wanna wrap my arms around you and take you off somewhere and fuckin' kiss it better, and I can stop, okay? I won't say nothin' about any of it anymore, if you don't like it. Got plenty of opportunity to see you blush anyhow, don't gotta press for it, fine. And- Dating? Rikku, I didn't date. I got no experience with relationships more meaningful than a one-night stand or my employment to the company. The word 'dating' scared the crap outta me, Rikku. And it wasn't that I didn't want to. It was that I didn't know what the hell I was doing, and- we been through this. This and 'gofer' and you don't know nothin' about Tseng, either, okay. I trust him. I trust him with my life, and the life of any kid that's got Turk blood in 'em."
He was going to have to stop, again, to breathe. "I can explain all of the rest of it- Why I trust Tseng, the dossiers, Cissnei--"
He trailed off, there. Said it wrong. Said it right. Okay.
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Date: 2008-04-29 04:52 pm (UTC)He was going to take another breath. And hold it. For a minute or two, really, before talking. Because if he started to speak otherwise, he'd be yelling back. And if he started yelling, he'd start losing it, and he was so, so not up for losing it any more than he already had, tonight.
"ShinRa really was an electric company. They just wound up so freakin' rich and influential, they turned into the actin' government at the time. It was the safe way to say it, Rikku. I came here doin' covert ops. Everybody got the same story, including you." Okay. One down.
A... er. A lot more to go.
"I got no interest in Jenny. I never had any interest in Jenny. Jenny and I do radio, and then we annoy the shit out of one another, and then we get drunk, annoy each other more, and that's that. That's me an' Jenny. Radio co-hosts. We work together. I don't screw the coworkers."
Two down.
"Doji and I act that way around you because we think it's cute. And not, ha-ha, fuckin' funny, pat you on the head and give you a cookie cute. I mean cute like, when you blush like that, I wanna wrap my arms around you and take you off somewhere and fuckin' kiss it better, and I can stop, okay? I won't say nothin' about any of it anymore, if you don't like it. Got plenty of opportunity to see you blush anyhow, don't gotta press for it, fine. And- Dating? Rikku, I didn't date. I got no experience with relationships more meaningful than a one-night stand or my employment to the company. The word 'dating' scared the crap outta me, Rikku. And it wasn't that I didn't want to. It was that I didn't know what the hell I was doing, and- we been through this. This and 'gofer' and you don't know nothin' about Tseng, either, okay. I trust him. I trust him with my life, and the life of any kid that's got Turk blood in 'em."
He was going to have to stop, again, to breathe. "I can explain all of the rest of it- Why I trust Tseng, the dossiers, Cissnei--"
He trailed off, there. Said it wrong. Said it right. Okay.
What a night.