I can't bring you any at the moment, currently tapping reports at work and cannot write porn as people would start spazzing :( But maybe this will entertain you:
Rufus: *walking in on Tseng in his kitchen* What are you doing? Tseng: President? Rufus: Do I need to repeat myself? Tseng: I'm undressing, President. Rufus: Did I ask you to? Tseng: Erm. No. The washing machine did. Some idiot died on my jacket on a mission. *shows the jacket* Rufus: I see. The bastard. Oh. Well, whilst you're there... Tseng: President? Rufus: .... Tseng: *blinks* On the washing machine? Rufus: How many times do I have to repeat myself, Tseng?
Baaad. But all that I can rack my brain for at the moment!
HEHEHEEHHE. ♥ HI PEOPLE WHO WORK WITH YOU. PORN IS FANTASTIC. DON'T SPAZZ!
:D If I were feeling better, I'd write some evil thing about Tseng one-upping Rufus (oh, he totally would), but right now I kinda feel like I've been rolled over by a truck. D:
Also, I wonder what Tseng's wardrobe looks like...
Sweets = fair exchange for bits of Tseng; especially when I feel feverish enough I'm barely looking at the keyboard. 8D *BEAMS*
Fantastic number of things you can do with a sharp wardrobe. The suit looks the same all the time, but it doesn't give one an excuse not to get it tailored. And I'm sure he has some thing or another to fit more formal occasions. Y'know. Handcufflinks. Nicer shoes.
Is that an icicle in your icon or are you just glad to see me
Oh, and those strange armband things to keep the sleeves from acting up; the simple silver money clip for fifty dollar notes; the leather wallet that has no identification card in it; the matte black gun.
actually, i was just pleased to see Tseng but it is a ice lolly.
I said stop it, it's not fair now.
Occasionally, the exquistively tailored waistcoat. Over 20 starched shirts because blood, just stains so badly. The one jacket he does keep, with the buttons missing from an episode he'd like to keep as a reminder. just as a reminder. Over 30 ties. Each one for every occasion. Every different method of murder. Every method of capture.
That's it. I'm finding time to write it . And soon.
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But maybe this will entertain you:
Rufus: *walking in on Tseng in his kitchen* What are you doing?
Tseng: President?
Rufus: Do I need to repeat myself?
Tseng: I'm undressing, President.
Rufus: Did I ask you to?
Tseng: Erm. No. The washing machine did. Some idiot died on my jacket on a mission. *shows the jacket*
Rufus: I see. The bastard. Oh. Well, whilst you're there...
Tseng: President?
Rufus: ....
Tseng: *blinks* On the washing machine?
Rufus: How many times do I have to repeat myself, Tseng?
Baaad. But all that I can rack my brain for at the moment!
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:D If I were feeling better, I'd write some evil thing about Tseng one-upping Rufus (oh, he totally would), but right now I kinda feel like I've been rolled over by a truck. D:
Also, I wonder what Tseng's wardrobe looks like...
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nooooooooo
Yeah. Tseng would one-up Rufus. Easily.
But, the image of them on a washing machine will carry me through the next hour or so.Hope the truck leaves you alone soon. *hands over sweets*
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and toysand nice aftershave and...no subject
*whimpers*
how do you do it? seriously, what is it that your!Tseng has that can just infect me so well? curses. I so now have to write that fic. grrr. argh.
and i gave you sweets.
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Fantastic number of things you can do with a sharp wardrobe. The suit looks the same all the time, but it doesn't give one an excuse not to get it tailored. And I'm sure he has some thing or another to fit more formal occasions. Y'know.
Handcufflinks. Nicer shoes.no subject
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Is that an icicle in your icon or are you just glad to see meOh, and those strange armband things to keep the sleeves from acting up; the simple silver money clip for fifty dollar notes; the leather wallet that has no identification card in it; the matte black gun.
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actually, i was just pleased to see Tsengbut it is a ice lolly.I said stop it, it's not fair now.
Occasionally, the exquistively tailored waistcoat.
Over 20 starched shirts because blood, just stains so badly.
The one jacket he does keep, with the buttons missing from an episode he'd like to keep as a reminder. just as a reminder.
Over 30 ties. Each one for every occasion. Every different method of murder. Every method of capture.
That's it. I'm finding time to write it . And soon.
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*AWAITS THE REAPING OF REWARD*
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