Sure, I'll talk... what d'you wanna—oh my fuck. I've got a story for you. The other night, when I went out, you'll never guess who showed up. Go ahead, guess!
[ as Rude should know by now, "guess" is rarely if ever actually a prompt for Rude to try and guess anything. he can just go ahead and stay quiet a few seconds while Reno sips his coffee, because he's gonna tell him anyway. like he always does. ]
Sephiroth. Did shots with me and everything. No foolin'.
[Rufus answered the door after only a moment, not surprised that Rude is early. He's still finishing getting dressed, his tie still untied around his neck as he buttoned the cuffs of his shirt on the way back to the kitchen.
He actually did make coffee and even left a mug out for Rude.]
I know mornings are usually Reno's time on detail but I wanted your advice about something.
[His expression turned serious as he leaned back against one the kitchen counter, a mug of coffee in hand.]
With everything that happened after Meteorfall with breaking my ribs, foot, and then the damage Geostigma did to me-I'm not in the shape that I used to be.
[Interesting. Very interesting. And here he would have expected Rufus to turn to Tseng for this sort of assistance. Rude’s form of training and fitness wasn’t something that he thought the other man should keep up with.]
[After a moment, Rude gets it. He really gets it. There was the attraction factor. Right. Rude would have the same problem training with Reno. Except, you know, never having been intimate with him.]
My training regime is for a brawler. Very intense. For now, maybe we should start you light. Could hire a personal trainer to get you fit again.
I'm not even going to attempt to keep up with your training. I prefer to not get punched again, thank you. I'll trust you to pick out a suitable trainer then. Someone who won't go easy on me.
[He took a drink of his coffee, pleased. He hated being weak in any way- the last two years had been frustrating being practically bed-ridden for a lot of it.]
Help yourself to the coffee. It's something called a French roast- I have no idea what that means but it's better than anything I had in Midgar.
[Rude does sip at the coffee and considers it before shrugging off the experience. He was Costan, he had opinions on what coffee should taste like.]
For today, since you asked me to come over so early, we’ll start with you learning with me. I’ll go easy on you. First rule? No coffee before exercise.
[He hadn't done any running since breaking his foot so he knew he was out of shape. He was willing to go however far Rude decided to go this morning though.]
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