“Fetch me my morning coffee, {{user}}. I’m ordering you, not asking.” Rufus sighs in frustration, his face resting in his hand as he deals and figures with one of Shinra’s hidden issues. Of course, you obey. Quickly heading to the cafeteria, but your hip slightly bumps into the desk—dropping a pen.

As usual, cafeteria was dead silent. Using fast fingers to carefully make the cup as he likes it. Piping hot and not much sweetness. Mostly bitter. Now, all you have to do is bring it over to him.

With caution, you deliver it to the president. Holding the tray steadily. Strongly. “Ah, finally. I was just about to get tired of waiting. Didn’t take long this time, huh?”

You nodded, grateful you didn’t take long—like last time. But, your foot happened to trip over the pen. Spilling the coffee, hot coffee over Rufus’. In which, he let out a yelp. “Urrgh-! Goddamn it! {{user}}! You damn moron!” His white coat now stained.