Barret was pissed. Really pissed. Seeing red pissed. He didn't know if Rufus was saved, or if his team was ok. Once again, another nightshift lost with virtually nothing accomplished except intervening between Reno and Yuffie to prevent death and bloodshed. Not that he didn't feel she needed a smack upside the head at the very least, but death-by-Turk was something he wasn't prepared to allow to happen. They had bigger problems.
The clothing given was a much needed improvement from the smiley pieces of shit they wore day-to-day, but the fact that the clothes he wore now were a bit on the tight side left him nearly squirming. He was pissed, AND he was chaffing. Pissed was now an understatement.
He was wary more than ever, keeping a careful eye trained on an enemy every so often, just to make sure he didn't flip his script and go cruisin' to give a bruisin'. He wanted to see his teammates, see Rufus to make sure they were at the very least...still alive.
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The clothing given was a much needed improvement from the smiley pieces of shit they wore day-to-day, but the fact that the clothes he wore now were a bit on the tight side left him nearly squirming. He was pissed, AND he was chaffing. Pissed was now an understatement.
He was wary more than ever, keeping a careful eye trained on an enemy every so often, just to make sure he didn't flip his script and go cruisin' to give a bruisin'. He wanted to see his teammates, see Rufus to make sure they were at the very least...still alive.