[Crane takes everything in his stride. Better this man - that everyone - find him boring than interesting. He already has one annoying person to handle who knows the truth. Why juggle two?
Unfazed by the outright rudeness, he declines to drink from the bottle and occupies the empty swivel chair. These realms and their sights? His interest is more aroused by considering what they reveal about their creators.]
You look like a man for whom work pays the bills. Did you get much time off?
[ Oh, yeah? That what he looks like? Reno spreads his hand in a sweeping gesture. ]
What else am I gonna clock in for? [ The top brass? Nah. He likes (or maybe respects—they're the same to him—Rufus Shinra a hell of a lot better than he liked his dad, but other than the boss and his fellow Turks, the rest of 'em can eat dirt for all he cares.
'specially Heidegger. ]
And why do you give a damn about corporate benefits? This ain't a recruitment office, and we're not hiring.
[Grandiose. Theatrical. He appreciates a good show but this man's performance is growing old and stale. He clasps his hands in his lap and brings his ankles together.
Reserved. He also puts on a show of his own.]
I respect a competent firm that appreciates its staff and pays them accordingly. The work offered by an organised company has a good amount of security compared to work offered by less legitimate... businessmen.
[ If Reno notices any kind of show, he doesn't pay much attention. Everyone puts on a show for him. He crosses his ankles, refilling his glass.
He snorts. What's any of this gotta do with him? ] Dunno about that. Turnover can be a bitch.
[ Not that Shinra's firing its executives left and right, but...y'know. When your whole department was about to get axed—literally—the security bit isn't the shining light this guy thinks it is.
[A sizable office? Comforts he would have enjoyed in his own hospital? Well, his choice had been to engineer the entire building to serve his purpose, a difficult feat when limited by funding and the need for privacy. He hardly doubts this building harbours its own share of secrets.]
[ Reno takes that remark in silence. His eyes are narrowed, blatantly scrutinizing. Bet Shinra would recruit this guy. He's got the right...vibes. ]
You seem to be paying your bills just fine, too.
[ You know. Hence the fancy sherry. Unless the guy's putting on a show now that they're not constrained by fickle things like reality and wealth. It's not really Reno's thing, but he figures there must be people here who use the Horizon to get stuff they couldn't ever have back home. ]
[People scrutinise each other daily, weekly, yearly until the end of their lives. There is nothing frightening about being under a watchful eye when you expect it. Nothing frightening when you don't. His taste for sherry hardly matches his taste for literature.
[ He's not the morality police around here. The way the guy says it just skeeves him out on a purely personal level. Or...everything about this man in his space, actually, which Reno would probably have walked off by now except that this is his office. So he's not going nowhere.
It probably doesn't make any damn sense. He's hardly done the most upstanding things. But he feels how he feels, and Reno doesn't self-examine a whole lot. ]
[Crane observes Reno, his unease and disgust, and regards him with calm acceptance. Oh, he's seen worse.]
I'm a psychiatrist. It goes with the territory.
[There is an alternate and more revealing explanation - his scientific work - that would be rejected on a personal level. The fact psychiatrists work with people is slightly more paletable. Slightly, because he thinks this man won't respect that, either.
Still, there's something rewarding about niggling the morals hidden beneath his skin.]
[ Reno squints at Crane and pokes a finger in his direction. ] Word of advice? don't phrase it like that.
[ Makes a guy sound like he goes around Wall Market collecting girls for some shady den. Which, whatever, Reno doesn't give a shit about telling people what not to do, but he can still think someone's pretty damn slimy.
Anyway. He puts his feet back up on the couch and waves a dismissive hand. ]
Look, do what you want around here. Eat your heart out upstairs. Just don't set off the security systems 'cause I ain't getting up to save your ass.
[ Hey, maybe this guy'll run into Sephiroth and try to piss him off next. Now that, Reno would pay good gil to see. ]
[That tacit approval to wander around - to peek into those open places that don't fascinate like the closed - is welcomed and waved away. To quote the man himself: which, whatever. There's plenty of people out there to observe.
Anyway, he straightens his posture and tilts his head, his expression in the middle between curious and bored.]
Speaking of doing what I want, what is it that you do, anyway?
[ Nah, that's the thing. It's not approval. It's a hint that this guy either doesn't get or doesn't wanna get.
Reno turns his head, a frown pulling on his lips. ]
I'm telling you to get the hell out of my office, doc.
[ He's got about zero patience as it is on a good day. This whole back and forth, maybe Rufus would have a field day toying around. But Reno's not interested. ]
[There it is - the lifting of the veil - not that he expected a tolerance for politeness from this man. Not that he expected it to be hard to pressure the mind of someone with a talent for pissing people off.
He rises from his seat, with a calm and patient manner that contrasts that of the other. No words are repeated or fired off as he strolls out of the office.
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[Crane takes everything in his stride. Better this man - that everyone - find him boring than interesting. He already has one annoying person to handle who knows the truth. Why juggle two?
Unfazed by the outright rudeness, he declines to drink from the bottle and occupies the empty swivel chair. These realms and their sights? His interest is more aroused by considering what they reveal about their creators.]
You look like a man for whom work pays the bills. Did you get much time off?
[Back home, he means.]
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What else am I gonna clock in for? [ The top brass? Nah. He likes (or maybe respects—they're the same to him—Rufus Shinra a hell of a lot better than he liked his dad, but other than the boss and his fellow Turks, the rest of 'em can eat dirt for all he cares.
'specially Heidegger. ]
And why do you give a damn about corporate benefits? This ain't a recruitment office, and we're not hiring.
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Reserved. He also puts on a show of his own.]
I respect a competent firm that appreciates its staff and pays them accordingly. The work offered by an organised company has a good amount of security compared to work offered by less legitimate... businessmen.
[Cough, cough, Falcone.]
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He snorts. What's any of this gotta do with him? ] Dunno about that. Turnover can be a bitch.
[ Not that Shinra's firing its executives left and right, but...y'know. When your whole department was about to get axed—literally—the security bit isn't the shining light this guy thinks it is.
But that was a while ago. ]
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[A sizable office? Comforts he would have enjoyed in his own hospital? Well, his choice had been to engineer the entire building to serve his purpose, a difficult feat when limited by funding and the need for privacy. He hardly doubts this building harbours its own share of secrets.]
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You seem to be paying your bills just fine, too.
[ You know. Hence the fancy sherry. Unless the guy's putting on a show now that they're not constrained by fickle things like reality and wealth. It's not really Reno's thing, but he figures there must be people here who use the Horizon to get stuff they couldn't ever have back home. ]
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Not that this man would especially care.]
What can I say? People are good for business.
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What's that supposed to mean?
[ He's not the morality police around here. The way the guy says it just skeeves him out on a purely personal level. Or...everything about this man in his space, actually, which Reno would probably have walked off by now except that this is his office. So he's not going nowhere.
It probably doesn't make any damn sense. He's hardly done the most upstanding things. But he feels how he feels, and Reno doesn't self-examine a whole lot. ]
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I'm a psychiatrist. It goes with the territory.
[There is an alternate and more revealing explanation - his scientific work - that would be rejected on a personal level. The fact psychiatrists work with people is slightly more paletable. Slightly, because he thinks this man won't respect that, either.
Still, there's something rewarding about niggling the morals hidden beneath his skin.]
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[ Makes a guy sound like he goes around Wall Market collecting girls for some shady den. Which, whatever, Reno doesn't give a shit about telling people what not to do, but he can still think someone's pretty damn slimy.
Anyway. He puts his feet back up on the couch and waves a dismissive hand. ]
Look, do what you want around here. Eat your heart out upstairs. Just don't set off the security systems 'cause I ain't getting up to save your ass.
[ Hey, maybe this guy'll run into Sephiroth and try to piss him off next. Now that, Reno would pay good gil to see. ]
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Anyway, he straightens his posture and tilts his head, his expression in the middle between curious and bored.]
Speaking of doing what I want, what is it that you do, anyway?
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Reno turns his head, a frown pulling on his lips. ]
I'm telling you to get the hell out of my office, doc.
[ He's got about zero patience as it is on a good day. This whole back and forth, maybe Rufus would have a field day toying around. But Reno's not interested. ]
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He rises from his seat, with a calm and patient manner that contrasts that of the other. No words are repeated or fired off as he strolls out of the office.
The bottle of sherry he leaves upon the table.]