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Rufus opened up his briefcase and raised an eyebrow at the contents before leaning over and picking up the phone, hitting the first number on speed dial.

"Matono speaking, how-"

"Tseng, my briefcase."

"... you too, hmm?"

Rufus looked down at the handful of brightly wrapped candies and a crudely drawn picture of a blond man standing along side a brunet man, a tiny scrap of a girl wrapping her arms around both their legs. To my favouritest Papa ever, the note started.

"I'm the favourite this week."

"Really, Rufus? Because my note says quite clearly that I am the favourite."

"Oh no no, I quite disagree with you there, Tseng." Rufus could hear the slight smile on the other end of the line when Tseng spoke next;

"Care to come show me how strongly you disagree?"

"... perhaps," Rufus said. Tseng chuckled, a raw throaty noise, and Rufus felt his muscles tense.

"I'll see you in ten minutes then."

"Perhaps you will."

"Rufus?"

"Hmm?"

"Bring the candy."