[Rufus was inclined to consider what he'd been experiencing in dreams as merely dreams, nothing more or less. However when one starts hearing things when awake... no matter how boring the paperwork or search for new energy sources might end up causing one to start to doze off.. hearing voices is not something one cares to overlook or ignore.

Thus why Rufus had left his own home to come visit Tseng to check on the man. Look up, Tseng. You have company.]

Tseng, what are you doing?

[Answers first, and currently debating on if to do something to sober your obviously drunk ass up or leave you like this to suffer the consequences of the following hangover.]

It had been a hurried few weeks since the fiasco with the Remnants, something that wasn't helped along by the fact that there were some wounds that even a full cure couldn't completely heal and the exceedingly strange dreams he'd been having lately.

Not to mention the apparent newfound telepathic link with people.

It had given Tseng a lot to think about while sorting through the mess things had become to see what could be salvaged and what needed to be disposed of. He'd taken a few days to travel to Junon, he'd needed to sleep in his own home and bed for once and had told Cloud during one of the telepathic episodes that he'd meet him there.

So he sat outside the small coffee shop on the corner of his street every day reading and waiting for him to show up. He's not in his suit, though his clothing choice has never varied far from the dark colors he so often inhabits. His sweater is a pale blue, zipped against the chilly sea wind and to help disguise the bulk of bandages. The one on his face is still present though, and it will likely leave a scar.

[Cordelia is banging on the door to Angel's room. With her luck, he's probably sleeping. Again. That's all he does these days, which was annoying to say the least. Especially because he apparently kept having dreams about Darla. Ew much? Still, she made him blood pudding like Minato suggested to her, and he was going to eat it damnit.]

Angel, get your ass up already before your blood gets cold. [She doesn't mention that he's getting it in the form of blood pudding today. Somehow, she doubts he would come out if she did.]

Ignore this!!