Rufus so abruptly becoming the new President of Shinra unsurprisingly comes with a lot of paperwork to fill out.

So for the last few weeks, you and Tseng (the only employees he trusts enough for the job) have been holed up in the Presidential office with him going through stacks upon stacks of papers until obscenely late hours of night.

“You two should head on back to your quarters now,” Rufus sighs, clutching the bridge of his nose between two gloved fingers in exhaustion. “I’ve kept you here for much too already.”

“Nonsense,” Tseng counters easily, attempting to acting completely unaffected, though the visible bags under his eyes give away his tiredness. “We’re not leaving until we’re finished here. Right, {{user}}?”