#but reno wouldn’t know either all he knows is rufus looks hot playing it

[catboyidia]

rufus frequently plays pool and reno follows along with him every time, not because he likes pool or anything because he doesn’t even play nor does he know how to, he just wants to stare at rufus’ ass the entire time

[absolutehysteria]

I love your headcanons! You’ve really taken the time to analyze Rufus, so I’m curious to know, what do you think it would take to get him to open up to someone, whether they’re a lover or a friend? He seems rather closed off to others.

Okay, so yes. He is definitely closed off. He grew up left alone. No other (legit) siblings to play or interact with. I imagine his mother died when he was still pretty young. His dad was an asshole. He didn’t have anyone he could rely on or confide in. 

So, when he gets into that very first relationship, he falls hard. He finally receives the attention and affection he’s craved for so long. They listen to him intently. They come to his every beck and call. They give him whatever he wants. And in return, he gives them whatever they want. 

Until he gets burned. Bad.

There was no real love. They were simply using him. But for what? Fame? Money? Sex? Blackmail? All of the above?

It’s a tough lesson, but he learns from it. The walls go up. He becomes cold. Arrogant. He becomes the Rufus Shinra we all know and love. I’m not saying this is the sole reason he’s like this, but it plays a part.

Any relationships or encounters after that are loveless and fleeting. He will use them before they can use him. It’s a game now and, spoiler alert, Rufus wins every time. He leaves behind him a wake of tears and heartache and angry tirades via voicemail that he laughs at before deleting. 

But deep down, beneath that hard, brutal exterior, he longs for a genuine connection. He thinks he’s better off alone, but he’s desperately wanting on the inside.

He wants someone he can rely on. He wants someone he can trust in. He wants someone that will actually listen and pay attention. There are all these rumors that swirl around him, he has a reputation, and he won’t refute any of it. Either because it’s true or he can leverage it to his benefit or it’s so absurdly laughable. That fun little line in OG about nobody’s ever seen him bleed or cry? That’s his favorite because it’s so ridiculous. Who doesn’t bleed or cry?

But with all that said, the best way for someone to get close to him and have him open up is to see past all of that. To see that underneath it all he just really needs a fucking hug. He just wants a fucking hug, okay?

We all know Rufus wears a ton of layers and it’s annoying because he’s hot and we want to see more of him, right? We were lucky in Remake they swapped out his turtleneck to a button-up shirt and tie or we wouldn’t have even seen his neck. I don’t think it’s purely for design aesthetic. I think it’s a metaphor to say that Rufus literally has so many layers to him as a person but most don’t look past the first layer of cold, arrogant, bastard. 

Oh! And I kept thinking about this scene from TKAA the entire time. Kyrie just showed up to find Evan with Rufus. She’s immediately entranced by him:

“Is it the stigma?” I heard Kyrie ask behind me. I turned to find her crouched down in front of Rufus, peering at him with concern. Her hand was on his knee. 

I didn’t care for this. Uh, Kyrie, what’re you doing?

“Does it hurt?”

“Occasionally,” Rufus answered, meeting her gaze.

“He deserves it,” I broke in.

“Evan!” Kyrie frowned at me. “Would you say that about Bits, too?”

I felt like I could hear Rufus’s silent laughter. Pathetic.

A few moments later, after some shit goes down, we get this scene next:

“Kyrie? Is that your name?” said Rufus, still looking down at the scene below. 

“Kyrie Canaan,” she replied with some bewilderment.

“There’s a gun in the pocket of my robe. Take it.”

Rufus lets Kyrie reach into HIS FUCKING ROBE POCKET AND GRAB HIS GUN. He also lets her know there are spare clips in the back. Rufus is helping to protect them when they leave town later, but he warns them he might not be so indulgent next time, even if he and Evan are family. 

Later, Kyrie won’t shut up about Rufus to Evan: 

“Got to admit, Rufus Shinra was the real deal. Mastery to spare. We’ll have to stop calling him Doofus.”

“Yeah. Can’t compete.”

“Mm-hmm. Really smart, and I’ve never met anyone so self-possessed. Like nothing could ever faze him. Good-looking, too, and he actually seems to have a kind heart. The perfect man, really.”

Damn, Kyrie. She’s all of us, right? But my point being, she showed him just the smallest bit of genuine kindness and he paid attention to her name and was kind back to her. Whereas he spent the rest of his time taunting Evan who he knew didn’t care much for him. Y’all picking up what I’m laying down?

Shit, and I mentioned this in another post, but Kyrie calls Reno later to invite him and the other Turks and Rufus to Evan’s birthday party. Rufus calls her back, personally, to tell her he won’t be there because he has better things to do. LOL. C’mon now. He has better things to do, but he takes the time to return her phone call, a person he only met once.

We see you, Rufus. We see you. 

[missingmywing]

Let Us Embrace Whatever It May Bring

@boomchickfanfiction this was inspired largely because I randomly remembered your 30-day challenge, went back to reread them, and rediscover your D&D au. And then got seriously inspired by the remake because I’ve got this colossal D&D universe that I’ve never written or posted anything for. Which is a shame.

So, thanks for reinspiring me!

(Potential spoilers for FFVIIR)

(Link to headcanon post on this; here!)

. . . . .

“They’re going to be so confused.”

“Of course they are, that’s what makes it fun!”

“Cloud is going to hate us.”

“Oh, he is not. Admit it, he’s going to be so excited to bring back the goofy try-hard jackass from the original story. He’s been irritated at what Strife’s slowly turned into across the multiverse, all because he actually payed attention in Intro to Psychology and accidentally took the “play to reality” character type a bit too literally. A hard reset is exactly what he needs, bonus points when he realizes where we’re going with this.”

“Which, hopefully, won’t be until the end of the first part of the campaign.” Sephiroth sent Aerith a pointed look. “We’ll have to be careful not to give them too much to work with too soon.”

“Tell that to the DMs,” she shot back, nudging her cousin with a grin. “Who’s heading it this time? Angeal was the main one last time, even with your parents helping him out, but are we going back to that?”

“Time travel isn’t Angeal’s usual forte,” Sephiroth conceded, “but that adventure was very much his. I’m not willing to take that from him unless he’s an actual player this time. Which, considering where we’re starting the timeline, he can’t be. Not with his own character, at least.”

“That is true,” she sighed, leaning back in her chair to stretch. “I definitely agree; it was his and he really owned it. I know Auntie was super impressed.”

“Yes, yes, mother is very supportive of dragging people into nerdom. It’s why she and Gen get along so well.”

“And that they share a nickname?” she grinned.

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “That too. So, how are we going to pitch this without arousing suspicion?”

“‘Hey, why don’t we see if we can keep Aerith alive this time?’”

He sent her a deeply unimpressed look.

“I know it may come as a shock, but the world doesn’t actually revolve around you, y’know.”

“This one does!” she shot back with a brilliant grin. “Now help me figure out how to set this up so no one realises that we’re literally resetting the timeline.”

. . .

“Hot damn we actually got everyone here,” Barret looked around, impressed, at the barely-contained chaos of people reuniting, getting food and drinks, and discussing storylines.

“I didn’t actually expect everyone to show up when I sent out that message,” Aerith admitted. “I mean, I did send out the call for Avalanche specifically, even if everyone was invited.”

“What, ya’ thought we wouldn’t show up to a new campaign for this story?” Reno asked with a grin, slinging an arm over her shoulders. “Everyone shows up for the first and final sessions, even if they don’t participate. C’mon Aer, this is our baby. We all wanna know what new adventure awaits us on the distant land of Gaia.”

“Yeah, who’s getting possessed this time?!” Zack called across the room with a grin. “Do I finally get to come back to life for good? Does Cloud finally die for good? Do he and Seph finally bone in-game?!”

“No, that was Dissidia,” Cloud corrected with a grin, and laughter rang through the rooms.

“Oh boy, that campaign,” Genesis grinned, elbowing Sephiroth.

“You weren’t even there,” Sephiroth protested, elbowing him back with a smile.

Angeal shook his head from where he and Jenova were setting up the table. “That’s what you get for live-streaming it.”

“It was a fantastic campaign,” Jenova assured them. “Full kudos to your DMs, they did a fantastic job juggling everything and showing how young their gods were last time, especially in comparison to Cosmos and Chaos from the first two campaigns. And all from behind the anonymity of a computer and avatar.”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes at her, and she winked at him. She preferred to stay anonymous in the wider campaigns like that; it preserved her character’s image.

“It was fun,” Cloud admitted, “even if it was chaotic. And speaking of fun and chaotic, is everyone here?”

“Role call!” Jenova shouted through the house. “DM’s to the floor prompto! Avalanche and evil people, to the table! Everyone else, spread out and stay out from underfoot!”

There were chuckles and laughter as people called out jibes and protests toward their treatment, but everyone gathered just the same. With some subtle prompting from the DMs and two schemers, the people from the Midgar section of the Meteor campaign were settled closest to the DMs, Shinra (Rufus, the Turks, and Reeve) on one side and Avalanche on the other, and Aerith managed to snag Zack into sitting next to her. At his raised eyebrow she winked.

Angeal cleared his throat, and it fell quiet.

“You all have your intro Meteor sheets, right?” He glanced around, and everyone nodded. “Right, get those out and let's get some stat comparing for this campaign.”

That raised a few brows and murmurs, but the rustling of bags and binders and papers soon filled the room.

Sephiroth was careful to hide his endgame Advent Children campaign sheet behind his intro Meteor one. No reason to give anyone ideas at this stage. The anticipation and confusion would be so much more fun if they were all kept in the dark.

His eyes met Aerith’s, and she looked just as excited as he felt.

They took a few minutes to minorly rework the sheets to better suit their play style now, but the changes wouldn’t be major enough to impede the story. Good.

Jenova clapped twice, Lucrecia and Vincent finished tidying up the papers, Hojo spread out the stat sheets, and Angeal once again cleared his throat.

“Imagine, if you will, a sky. Filled with clouds, oversetting a dusty plain with rocky hills. A bird flies overhead, feathers dark and scraggly. It soars through the sky, over the plains, toward a large mass of metal plunging into the sky.”

Angeal had the perfect voice for narration, everyone was hooked from the first sentence, and there were shifts of excitement at the mention of the ruins of Midgar.

“Carried up by the wind, if flies into a cloudbank, navigating through large metal beams and poles. With a burst of sunlight, it emerges on the other side- overtop of a thriving metropolis.”

There was a burst of noise at that. Gasps and shouts of surprise at the realization that these weren’t ruins, and it probably wasn’t Edge.

Jenova called for quiet, and all the DMs looked amused.

“So what, we doin’ a time-skip?” Cid raised a brow.

“No, that doesn’t make sense.” Elena dug through her notes. “In the AC campaign it opened with a five hundred year time-skip and Midgar was a jungle, remember?”

“Yep, Nanaki and his cubs were overlooking it,” Kunsel confirmed, pulling out the concept sheet he’d sketched out at the time, as well as the character sheet he hadn’t yet gotten to use. Apparently he wouldn’t get to use it this campaign either. Darn. He had tons of cool stuff Nanaki had learned over those five hundred years.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean that we didn’t time skip,” Rufus pointed out. “It just means that we’re before it was reclaimed by the Planet. It could be a two or three hundred year time skip, and we’re descendents. A city could easily be totally reclaimed in a hundred years or less.

“Or,” Cloud cut in, “we could just wait and see what nefarious plot our DMs have in store.”

“I just got done with the Number 3 campaign with the KH crew, so I know what my theory is,” Reno drawled, drawing snickers from everyone who followed that particular convolution.

Aerith giggled, and tried not to do it too hard. Reno would be the first to figure it out, solely due to the central part he played as Axel in that particular campaign with that group. He’d keep quiet though, just to see how long it took everyone else.

Angeal smiled at them, but continued. “It flies over the train tracks, the cars on freeways, and down between buildings in what appears to be an entertainment district. Children on bikes ride down the street, past construction crews and people loading fuel cells into cars, shoppers entering and exiting shops along the street, and cars making their way along the road. The children ride down a hill, across a road, and reach a playground with a few toys… and a strangely shaped slide.”

Cloud stilled, suspicion arising in his eyes, and Aerith and Sephiroth bit back smiles.

“Day fades to evening, to night, and as the young girl slides down, something catches her eye in the distance. She turns to looks, and watches as a large burst of green erupts from a distant building along the giant outer wall.”

More and more people were beginning to realize, and Reeve looked breathless at the description of something he’d labored at for weeks alongside Jenova, Lucrecia, Hojo, and Vincent to make somewhat realistically believable for his first campaign with them. He was blindly groping in his bag for the sketches and blueprints he’d rendered out on his own.

“Imagine, the sparks of green float up and up, into the cloudy sky, until they resemble stars- and now imagine drifting through them, through the emptiness of space-”

Oh, Cloud knew this. He remembered this from their first Meteor session. Their introduction to the fully realized Midgar, at the introduction of Reeve to their group. And, judging by other people’s reactions, he wasn’t the only one.

“Holy shit,” Barret breathed from beside him, and an incredulous grin was slowly spreading across Zack’s face, while Tifa looked torn between excitement and horror.

“Imagine floating down, down, until buildings take shape. An alleyway, and in the alleyway is a girl. Long, flowing brown hair, with a pink dress, red jacket, and pink ribbon in her braid. Her green eyes are focused on an opening from which the sparks are floating out of; as though she is receiving answers to questions only she would know to ask.”

There was silence for a moment, and Aerith counted down the moments in her head. Three, two, one-

The room exploded into chaos. People were shouting, throwing out questions and theories, laughter and horror in equal bounds on people’s faces.

“Yes!!! Oh yeah, Wedge is back baby!” Zack’s gleeful shout was the most obvious, drawing laughter and groans of protest in equal measure at the reminder of Barret’s Avalanche cell.

“Are we reworking Meteor?!” Elena looked ecstatic. “Because there is so much I want to rework with my fighting style! I have some nifty new spells that I want to try against a bigger level gap!”

“Oh noooo,” Reno groaned, dropping his head back. “I’m gonna go back to bein’ the guy who dropped the plate. Not cool, yo! I finally made everyone forget about that by bein’ a quirky idiot in AC!”

“Ha!” Yuffie grinned. “We’re never gonna let it die!”

Sephiroth focused on Cloud. “You seem conflicted.”

Cloud started, then grinned ruefully at him. “I am, a bit. I’m ecstatic to come back of course, to get Strife back before I put too much realism into his reactions, to completely rework him from the ground up. I mean, this was my first campaign as a major player the whole way through. I’m thrilled. I just also happen to remember all the horrible things that happened to turn Strife into sir angst-fest that he was.”

“Perhaps,” Sephiroth acknowledged, “but if we’re reworking it… then doesn’t that mean that you can change things this time around?”

Cloud sent him a flat look, though his eyes were warm. “I’m not naive enough to think it’s that simple. Between you and the DMs, this won’t go smoothly at all.”

Sephiroth smirked at him, that damn smirk that got to him every time. “Perhaps,” he repeated in a purr, “but isn’t that the fun of it all?”

“Alright children, settle down!” Jenova shouted, but her wild grin showed her true feelings on the matter. “Yes, to answer the question… we are, in fact, reworking Meteor. For a couple of reasons, but mostly… yeah, character development was a large part of it. A couple of people backed themselves into a corner with their characterizations, and needed a sort of… reset.”

Cloud winced, his own feelings being the most well known on the matter. “Oops,” he said weakly.

“It’s not just you,” Lucrecia assured him. “Vincent and I need to rework ours too, because Dirge wasn’t… hmm.”

“I need a character alteration,” Vincent said flatly. “I didn’t like how I played some of that, and would like to have come to some of those conclusions earlier, because some of my lack of action felt a bit too forced and I would like to see if I can smooth it out.”

Yuffie frowned. “What was wrong with it?”

“Essentially the same problem as Cloud, I took the after effects too seriously and made my character more depressed and stagnant than necessary. I’ll see if I can tone it down a bit, or at least form it into a slightly more active shape earlier.”

“And my entire character needs to just be completely reworked,” Lucrecia sighed. “Granted I use character very loosely, because she’s basically just an NPC, and since we based this whole thing on one of our high school campaigns, I am very annoyed with what I turned her into.”

“You turned her into that because she annoyed you and you didn’t like her anymore,” Hojo pointed out dryly.

“I know, but I’m hoping I might be able to fix it.”

“Hashtag-doubt,” Jenova murmured. “I, for one, am perfectly happy with my character.”

“You would be,” Sephiroth said dryly.

“And you aren’t, darling?”

“No, I am,” he assured her. “Just reminding you of your own nature.”

Murmured conversations broke out as people reevaluated their character sheets, considering possible changes. Cloud noticed Rufus, digging out a familiar pet-sheet and quickly scratching out the name up top, and snorted. A glance around revealed Zack gleefully revising Wedge’s sheet, While Jenova and Angeal already had Jessie and Bigg’s revised sheets out in front of them.

Reeve was considering his own three sheets, clearly calculating stats, as was Kunsel. He caught sight of Reno’s sheet just as Angeal called- “This isn’t Kingdom Hearts, Reno, you cannot pull Axel’s stats over to your Turk, he isn’t Lea.”

“Lameee,” Reno groaned, but put the sheet up well naturedly.

“They don’t even use the same element,” Tifa pointed out with amusement, her own sheet done with few revisions.

“Meh,” he shrugged, glancing over. “Not gonna revise stats, Tseng, Rude?”

“A few a bit later, perhaps,” Tseng responded distractedly as he flipped through his later sheets. “As of right now, however, no. I’m content until I can unlock a few higher-tier spell combinations.”

Rude nodded. “Same here. I know what I want to change, but I need higher levels first.”

Barret was grumbling along with Cid about potential mechanics later on, and Cloud turned his attention back to Genesis and Angeal bickering lightly about Scarlet’s potential and materia abilities. He shook his head with a smile, and waited for everyone to finish up.

Angeal cleared his throat once again, calling for silence, and continued.

“Long, flowing brown hair, with a pink dress, red jacket, and pink ribbon in her braid. Her green eyes are focused on an opening from which the sparks are floating out of; as though she is receiving answers to questions only she would know to ask. She starts, suddenly, as though breaking out of a daze, and straightens with a nervous glance around, as though looking for something. Nothing appears, but she quickly stands and hurries out of the alley, glancing over her shoulder as she does. She stumbles into someone, and drops some of her flowers, in her distraction. Quickly kneeling to pick them up, she collects all but one before a man carrying a box and thus can’t see it, steps on it. She slowly picks it up, cradling it in her hands, before her gaze is inexplicably drawn to the sky.”

Angeal to a breath, and continued.

“Pulling away from her, up and into the very sky she’s observing, see the building, lit brightly against the dark, theaters and shops and restaurants; further up and see the city take shape, enormous metal plates with large gaps between them, and at the center… at the center is a tower. Looming over the entire city with an ominous presence, it oversees all that goes on in the city.

Now we go down, down past the other side of the tower, down to Sector 1. A train flies along the rail, a delivery for Mako Reactor Zero. And atop that train is a young man. Blond flyaway hair and a modified SOLDIER uniform, a large sword attached to his back. As the train slows, he looks up, glowing blue-green eyes steely with determination. The train pulls to a stop in the station, and two guards separate to do an inspection.”

Angeal smiled.

“Roll for initiative.”

. . . . .

[sadistic-second]

(bite) - for your muse to bite mine >:]

Reno was sitting at his desk, but he was actually working on paperwork. It was a rare sight to see him actually working. He was chewing on a pen cap, turning it over and over on his tongue. His handwriting was at its absolute best, he didn’t really feel like having to write all of this all over again. He wasn’t even glancing at the clock to see what time it was. He just instinctively knew. He’d been in here all day writing up reports and signing his name to things and making sure everything was just perfect. Not completely out of the ordinary, but it would seem a bit odd if anyone walked in.

He stretched at some point and got up to walk around his office. He needed something to drink so he left the room and headed for the water cooler. He remembered all those times that he had been yelled at for standing around it. Something about stealing company time? Rufus had yelled at him for a great number of things and he was pretty sure that had been the one about that. So he just got his drink and walked away. He made a quick stop by the bathroom and went back to his office.

At the end of the day, shortly before he was due to leave, he gathered up all his paperwork and made his way to Tseng’s office. He greeted the Director and they spoke for a bit before he dropped everything off. He stretched as he left and glanced down at his phone. Most would have suspected it was to check the time. It was, but he was also checking for messages. When he didn’t see any, he just assumed he was free to go home.

He was in the lobby when a familiar shotgun blast ringtone startled literally everyone around him. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked down at it. “You’re late.” displayed on the screen. He felt a half smirk spread across his lips as he turned around. “Oh, I thought you didn’t need me today.” He kept his phone open so it wouldn't make the notification sound as he walked back to the elevator. “Who said that?” He walked inside and hit the button to take him to the appropriate floor and glanced back down. “Well, I did see Rem enter your office today on one of my bathroom breaks. I just figured it was her turn.” He hummed a bit to himself and smirked wider at the response he got.

“You’re late, Reno.” He shook his head and stepped off the elevator, “I’m almost there, relax.” He half expected an angry phone call to tell him to either go home or hurry up. It didn’t come and neither did another text message. So he slipped the phone into his pocket after he snapped it shut and continued to make his way down the hallway.

He did eventually reach the office of the President and he didn't even really bother to knock. He just walked inside and closed the door behind him. He got a look that told him that he was, in fact, very late. He just rolled his eyes, shoved his hands in his pockets. What could Reno honestly say? He thought someone had replaced him today. He slowly approached the desk, looking up at his boss across the way. They seemed to lock eyes, their expressions seeming to dare the other to do something.

That ever defiant air about Reno had him cocking his head to the side with that half smirk dancing into view. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, looking down at his boss. And there sat Rufus, head rested in one hand looking up at that bastard in front of him through his bangs. Who was going to make the first move? It should have been Reno for all intents and purposes, but it was Rufus who shifted and sat up, patting his lap for Reno to sit in it.

The Turk tried his best not to seem too eager, sitting in his lap just to sit at first. He sort of just awkwardly sat on the other’s knee for a few seconds as if in defiance. He half turned to make a face, sticking out his tongue. The redhead was playing around with the blond and he was sure the man knew that. Or perhaps he didn’t and that was why his knee bounced. Because of how the Turk was sitting, he half-choked back a slightly pained noise and seemed to slip backward and lean with his back against the other’s chest. Not exactly comfortable for either of them, but that didn’t really seem to matter to Rufus. He reached for the phone and began to make a phone call.

At some point to another, they both managed to fix the awkwardness of their positioning and they sat in a face more natural state for the pair. At one point, Reno got a phone call himself. It was from Rude. He only just then remembered that he was supposed to meet his friend for drinks. Their entire conversation could have taken place over text, but Rude had to make sure that his friend was, in fact, all right. So their verbal communication started.

Obviously Rude wanted to know where Reno was. Reno wasn’t sure how he was going to explain. He thought he’d just say something akin to he’d be there in an hour or so if Rude was willing to wait. He just needed to finish something up in his office. However, Rufus seemed to have other plans. He didn’t really like that Reno was spending a portion of their time together talking to someone else. Which if one were to think about it, he couldn't actually get mad at Reno for that. Was Rufus not taking and making phone calls of his own? That would have been Reno’s argument were he even capable of making one.

Rufus had been staring at Reno’s shoulder for a while now. He wasn’t even really sure why. The Turk had sat up a bit to take his call. He’d taken his jacket off a while ago, it was hot being so close together. The shirt he’d worn today wasn’t exactly his best one, but it was one of the only clean ones. It had a sizable hole on the shoulder and well. Of course, it exposed some flesh. The hole went all the way to the collar. Or rather, what was left of the collar. This looked to be the shirt that Reno had worn when Dark Nation had attacked him. Clearly, it had been the beast’s fault, but Rufus stood by it being Reno’s.

Regardless, he could see the man’s neck. It was one of the only pieces of flesh that Reno seemed to possess that wasn’t marred by some kind of scar. He had more of those than one would think though actually. But the one that Rufus was looking at was his neck. And he’d just been staring at it. Reno was being awkward on the phone with Rude; Elena and some others seemed to be with him and they were all asking Reno where he was. The redhead was trying to avoid it, but Rufus, well. He had other plans.

He sat up just a little bit to see if the other was paying attention. He wasn't. So he sat up just a bit more and wrapped both arms around the Turk’s waist. That got Reno’s attention immediately and his breath hitched in his throat. Obviously, everyone thought there was something wrong. They meant to ask, but he screamed. Rufus sank his teeth into the tender flesh of his Turk’s neck and he dropped the phone. Rufus caught it and released his mouth from the other’s skin. He put the phone up to his ear and hummed for a second before speaking.

“Reno is spending his evening with me. You can have him back tomorrow.”

The phone flipped shut and he tugged the Turk even further into his lap. He whispered threat after threat into the man’s ear and made the Turk squirm. And of course, just for an added threat when he was done, he bit into the Turk’s shoulder again and made sure to leave a mark.