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actuallypoliteFainted (anywhere around Edge)
Rude was heading to run a few personal errands after work when he fainted out on the street. Someone had been kind enough to prop him up against the building he was outside of, but he's still out cold twenty minutes later, sans sunglasses.
Two Faced (Seventh Heaven)
This fainting business was a pain in the ass. After he'd gotten up from fainting that evening, he headed to Seventh Heaven to have a drink or two. What he didn't know is that when he'd fainted outside the ShinRa building earlier, some kid had come and doodled on the back of his head. "SHINRA SUCKS" in big bold black sharpie with an angry looking face drawn beneath it. Surely people had noticed it, but no one had approached him about it yet.
Hot (Inside ShinRa offices - employees only)
Right now, Rude was more sloppily dressed than Reno on a bad day. His shirt was not only untucked, but unbuttoned, revealing a soaked undershirt. His tie had been discarded along with his suit jacket and he had a wet towel slung around his neck in an attempt to keep cool. His pants were replaced by the shorts he used when working out.
If he had to go anywhere on a mission, he'd change back, but for now, he was filling out paperwork and could probably get away with it. Besides, no one could see him from the waist down as he sat behind the desk. As he finished one file, he signed his name, closed the folder and used it to fan himself as he leaned back in his seat. Why couldn't he be working in the server room, where the AC was on 24/7 to keep them from going down.
Rude was heading to run a few personal errands after work when he fainted out on the street. Someone had been kind enough to prop him up against the building he was outside of, but he's still out cold twenty minutes later, sans sunglasses.
Two Faced (Seventh Heaven)
This fainting business was a pain in the ass. After he'd gotten up from fainting that evening, he headed to Seventh Heaven to have a drink or two. What he didn't know is that when he'd fainted outside the ShinRa building earlier, some kid had come and doodled on the back of his head. "SHINRA SUCKS" in big bold black sharpie with an angry looking face drawn beneath it. Surely people had noticed it, but no one had approached him about it yet.
Hot (Inside ShinRa offices - employees only)
Right now, Rude was more sloppily dressed than Reno on a bad day. His shirt was not only untucked, but unbuttoned, revealing a soaked undershirt. His tie had been discarded along with his suit jacket and he had a wet towel slung around his neck in an attempt to keep cool. His pants were replaced by the shorts he used when working out.
If he had to go anywhere on a mission, he'd change back, but for now, he was filling out paperwork and could probably get away with it. Besides, no one could see him from the waist down as he sat behind the desk. As he finished one file, he signed his name, closed the folder and used it to fan himself as he leaned back in his seat. Why couldn't he be working in the server room, where the AC was on 24/7 to keep them from going down.
