They’ll have to:
- Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
- Answer that question.
They entered the apartment and Mustadio turned around to smile at Taylor as she closed the door behind them. “So you ready for your first day?” he asked her, smiling and giving her a quick once-over. The last intern who worked with him had some weird sense of appropriate work clothes. Not that he was one to judge but he drew a line when clothes could be a safety hazard. At least Taylor had some common sense. Her clothes might even be a little too nice for the lab but he could always grab a coat from the storage.
He held two thumbs up. “Excellent choice of clothing. Oh! Before I forget! Taylor, this Mindy. Mindy, this is Taylor, Rude’s daughter. She’ll work with me at the university for the summer.”
Meanwhile, Mindy had taken the opportunity to put her portfolio on the floor and against the wall before sitting down on the couch. She raised a hand in greeting and held back a smile when she saw Taylor turning a little red in answer to Mustadio’s compliment. Of course, Mustadio wouldn’t be the one noticing. She shook her head slightly.
The boy glanced at the clock and gasped, before running to the bathroom’s door. “Rude? Are you nearly done because I need to bring Taylor to the administration to sign the papers.”
♛ The sound of Mustadio’s voice over the water was not exactly the most welcome thing in the world, but Rude was very much used to Mustadio intruding on things by now.
"I just got in here." He poked his head out from around the shower curtain and said, "I’ve already left my part with them, so just go on. If they have any questions they know where to find me."
❀ Meanwhile, Taylor was left blushing a little in the room with maybe-not-Mustadio’s-girlfriend? She was acting like she knew her way around the apartment and was pretty comfortable being here, but it was like she was just making herself at home. Something about this didn’t add up.
Maybe just a friend? Taylor shuffled her feet and looked around, not sure what to say or do. If she was his girlfriend wouldn’t he have introduced her like that? Didn’t guys do that? Other than tired she seemed like a decent sort, not that Taylor wanted to admit that anybody who might be dating Mustadio could be good enough for him but this was all a little strange if she was and he didn’t say so.
"So, um," she started, shifting her weight again and pulling a stray strand of hair out of from under the strap of her bag. Her face glowing still from the compliment he’d paid her right from the start, it went a few shades redder as she stumbled over her words, "Are you and… um…." She nodded her head in the direction of the bathroom, indicating the sandy blonde who’d disappeared and was talking to her dad.
"Are you saying I’m not pretty?"
“Apologize for what?” she asked innocently. “I wasn’t the one who woke you up. Though I understand if blueberries muffins were involved. Was he talking about the ones at the Elixir? Those are amazing! And if I stuck to our deal, you’d be eating your own socks and little else.” She wasn’t lying. Not really. She didn’t like buying everything at once, especially the fruits and veggies so she went to Rude’s more often.
“I know we agreed that I’d come here only when you were there but..” she started, raising a shoulder in a half-shrug. “It’s difficult to work when there are people around you. That’s why I like coming here. And seriously, it’s a bit disturbing doing the laundry while you’re here. “
Mindy grabbed the handle of her purse. “But I can come back later this week, as planned, if you prefer. Do you mind if I use the bathroom before I go?”
Maybe she would be able to sneak the t-shirt into the dirty laundry basket without him knowing.
"You were too," he said, waving a bunch of celery in her direction before storing it in the fridge. "The second person, or third if you count the fact that Mustadio gets louder when he’s trying to be quiet."
Rude narrowed his eyes and grinned just a little. “If my socks are not delicious, it’s your fault right now. I let you freeload and snoop around here when I’m out in exchange for being well-looked after.” No the strictest of truths but he was deeply worried that she might go hunting through his stuff, or run across some damning piece of paperwork that would blow everything right now. He propped a hand on his hip and cocked his head to the side, “And just exactly how do I disturb you and the laundry?”
When she reached for her bag, he dropped all pretense of joking and shook his head, “No, sorry. I’m just giving you a hard time.” Rude reached across the island and closed a hand over one of hers, rounding the fixture. “Make yourself at home, I’ll go back to bed and stay out of your way.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple before thinking better of it and kissing her lips instead.
Bonus points if you tell why.
"Who’s setting it up?"
"Perfect. I will confirm my reservation then," she said, chuckling as Matilda nuzzled the man. She smiled at the man, kissing his head.
If there was anyone who could make Rude blush it was Lilith ShinRa. And she succeeded in that, though she did not have the joy of making him stammer.
"As if I would deny you anything. Next time," he began as Matlida gave his nose a lick, "Just ask outright. I’m not capable of being offended."
一 I’d talk to you.
二 I’d hug you.
三 I’d kiss you on the cheek.
四 I’d cuddle with you.
五 I’d make out with you.
六 I’d fondle and caress you.
七 I’d jerk you off.
八 I’d stimulate you orally.
九 I’d have penetrative sex with you.
"Nothin’ stopping you, y’know."
*proceeded to do all*
"Who’s setting it up?"
"Good. It’s a fundraiser for the WRO and a local children’s home, and I am hoping that by showing up, I can lighten Rufus’s load while also boosting his approval ratings."
She smiled, offering Matilda to Rude if he wanted hold her.
"Then in that case, I am doubly in," he took the cat as he spoke. Really, animals or kids - who were really the ones who’d gotten the short end of the stick post-Meteorfall - were going to be something he would back with everything he had no matter if his date was Matilda.
Who, incidentally had fishy breath and was getting white hair on his black jacket. Not that he cared.
Let’s be frank,
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