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raspberryturk) wrote2008-03-30 06:25 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2008-03-30 06:25 pm
Room 429, Sunday Evening
Reno was having the bestest weekend ever! He'd talked to Rude on the phone and had pizza and hunted vampire dustbunnies and opened Host Club and stopped to watch Mister-Teacher-Anniekin make kids into helichoppers and he had gotten into a gunfight and now he was gonna sit on his floor and kick his lappy-top, because Rikku had brokened it, but it was cooler now because it made sparklies.
Tseng stared at the report. He had hoped that 24 hours might transform it into one that made sense in some language. He had attempted running the bottom third through an encryption sequence. Rude was studiously avoiding his text messages. Very well.
Tseng did the only thing he could do. He phoned Reno.
Reno's phone was making that beepy sound that it made when he was getting a phone call! He knew that sound! And he liked phones calls. It was maybe Rude! Or someone else! He'd talk to them, he would!
"Yoooo!" He liked that word, too.
Tseng cleared his throat. This was ... unexpected.
"Please give the phone to Reno," he said, in his clearest This Is An Order voice.
Oooh. It was the boss. And he was sounding all... order-y. That was never good.
"Hi, Tseng," he chirped, totally not worried about the order-y-ish-ness anyhow. "It's meee!"
Tseng blinked a few times. And a few more.
"Identify yourself properly," he said.
Reno huffed into the phone. Wow. Tseng was dumb.
"Reeeeeeeeeeno," he said. Properly. "Yo."
Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose. "Give Reno his phone before there are more dire consequences," he said. In his very best I Am Thoroughly Displeased voice.
Reno blew a raspberry into the phone.
Which was, strangely enough, something that Reno might do. "Name, ID number and the full name of our department," Tseng said, with a growing sense of fear in the pit of his stomach.
Reno took a deep breath, rattling off all of the information like he was reading a book report. Though he did have a little trouble getting his tongue around "Department of Administrative Research," because some stupid adult put big words in there, and Administrative was looooong.
There was a light clatter, as Tseng set his phone receiver down on his desk. And then a few rhythmic thuds, which were certainly not Tseng thumping his head against the desk.
After a few seconds, Tseng cleared his throat and picked up his receiver again. "Would you care to explain what's happened to you, Reno?" he said calmly. Well, he sounded calm. More or less.
"Nope!" Actually, if Reno had any idea what had happened to him, he might have cared to tell Tseng why he was currently five years old. But as it stood, 'nope' was a fun word to say, and so he was going to say it!
Deep breath. Exhale. Right then. "I don't suppose you care to discuss your report, either?"
Reno frowned. You could possibly tell over the phone that he was frowning deeply, with little wobbles of his bottom lip and everything. "Rude told Rikku to break my lappy-top, so it was short."
He paused for another moment. He wasn't going to cry. Crying was for sissies, like Rude had said. "I'm not in trouble, am I?"
Tseng was nothing if not one for seizing an opportunity. "No," he said smoothly. "So you've spoken to Rude, then?"
He was eying his unreturned text messages. Oh, Rude was in for an interesting conversation, later.
"Yuh-huh! An' he said I should do my report and then said I wasn't s'posed ta do it until later but I did it anyway, and Rikku showed him her hat. It's orange." Reno was of the expert opinion that her hat was cool. But ssh, he wasn't going to tell anyone, because it was a secret. "An' then Rude said that I was cryin' but I wasn't, yo! But it's his fault if I was, but I wasn't, because he told Rikku to break my lappy-top an' it was brand new an' everything!" Poor Rude. Poor, poor Rude.
Tseng nodded. It was a sympathetic nod. You could hear it. "Why would Rude tell your friend to break something of yours?" he asked, sounding concerned. He wasn't digging for information, really. "Are they friends, too?"
Tseng was the bestestest boss ever. Reno could tell, because Tseng was being all interested and wanted to listen and to help, see?
"No," Reno explained, "Rikku's a girrrrl." And boys couldn't be friends with girls, of course. It was the law.
Tseng leaned back in his chair. Okay, one of his Turks was either a preschooler or had been zapped to believe he was. A full report was going to have to wait until his condition wore off. In the meantime, it couldn't hurt to have more information. Especially considering how tight-lipped Reno was of late.
"Is she your friend?" Tseng asked. "I only let friends borrow my phone."
Reno stuck out his tongue as he carefully considered his reply. "Yep," he decided at last. And then added, conspiratorially, "and I don't even think she gotts cooties."
The effect of the cute was not lost on Tseng. He'd feel worse about taking advantage of Reno's impaired state if Reno weren't hiding information. Tseng was down to three Turks in his care; one going mute on him was unacceptable.
"She may be cootie-exempt," Tseng said solemnly. "You should tell me more."
[OOC: Shameless linkdrop-turned-actual-roompost? Gasp! The door is shut, but Reno's totally interruptible in his spark-making exploits after the phone call.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_merriest is the best Tseng ever.]
Tseng stared at the report. He had hoped that 24 hours might transform it into one that made sense in some language. He had attempted running the bottom third through an encryption sequence. Rude was studiously avoiding his text messages. Very well.
Tseng did the only thing he could do. He phoned Reno.
Reno's phone was making that beepy sound that it made when he was getting a phone call! He knew that sound! And he liked phones calls. It was maybe Rude! Or someone else! He'd talk to them, he would!
"Yoooo!" He liked that word, too.
Tseng cleared his throat. This was ... unexpected.
"Please give the phone to Reno," he said, in his clearest This Is An Order voice.
Oooh. It was the boss. And he was sounding all... order-y. That was never good.
"Hi, Tseng," he chirped, totally not worried about the order-y-ish-ness anyhow. "It's meee!"
Tseng blinked a few times. And a few more.
"Identify yourself properly," he said.
Reno huffed into the phone. Wow. Tseng was dumb.
"Reeeeeeeeeeno," he said. Properly. "Yo."
Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose. "Give Reno his phone before there are more dire consequences," he said. In his very best I Am Thoroughly Displeased voice.
Reno blew a raspberry into the phone.
Which was, strangely enough, something that Reno might do. "Name, ID number and the full name of our department," Tseng said, with a growing sense of fear in the pit of his stomach.
Reno took a deep breath, rattling off all of the information like he was reading a book report. Though he did have a little trouble getting his tongue around "Department of Administrative Research," because some stupid adult put big words in there, and Administrative was looooong.
There was a light clatter, as Tseng set his phone receiver down on his desk. And then a few rhythmic thuds, which were certainly not Tseng thumping his head against the desk.
After a few seconds, Tseng cleared his throat and picked up his receiver again. "Would you care to explain what's happened to you, Reno?" he said calmly. Well, he sounded calm. More or less.
"Nope!" Actually, if Reno had any idea what had happened to him, he might have cared to tell Tseng why he was currently five years old. But as it stood, 'nope' was a fun word to say, and so he was going to say it!
Deep breath. Exhale. Right then. "I don't suppose you care to discuss your report, either?"
Reno frowned. You could possibly tell over the phone that he was frowning deeply, with little wobbles of his bottom lip and everything. "Rude told Rikku to break my lappy-top, so it was short."
He paused for another moment. He wasn't going to cry. Crying was for sissies, like Rude had said. "I'm not in trouble, am I?"
Tseng was nothing if not one for seizing an opportunity. "No," he said smoothly. "So you've spoken to Rude, then?"
He was eying his unreturned text messages. Oh, Rude was in for an interesting conversation, later.
"Yuh-huh! An' he said I should do my report and then said I wasn't s'posed ta do it until later but I did it anyway, and Rikku showed him her hat. It's orange." Reno was of the expert opinion that her hat was cool. But ssh, he wasn't going to tell anyone, because it was a secret. "An' then Rude said that I was cryin' but I wasn't, yo! But it's his fault if I was, but I wasn't, because he told Rikku to break my lappy-top an' it was brand new an' everything!" Poor Rude. Poor, poor Rude.
Tseng nodded. It was a sympathetic nod. You could hear it. "Why would Rude tell your friend to break something of yours?" he asked, sounding concerned. He wasn't digging for information, really. "Are they friends, too?"
Tseng was the bestestest boss ever. Reno could tell, because Tseng was being all interested and wanted to listen and to help, see?
"No," Reno explained, "Rikku's a girrrrl." And boys couldn't be friends with girls, of course. It was the law.
Tseng leaned back in his chair. Okay, one of his Turks was either a preschooler or had been zapped to believe he was. A full report was going to have to wait until his condition wore off. In the meantime, it couldn't hurt to have more information. Especially considering how tight-lipped Reno was of late.
"Is she your friend?" Tseng asked. "I only let friends borrow my phone."
Reno stuck out his tongue as he carefully considered his reply. "Yep," he decided at last. And then added, conspiratorially, "and I don't even think she gotts cooties."
The effect of the cute was not lost on Tseng. He'd feel worse about taking advantage of Reno's impaired state if Reno weren't hiding information. Tseng was down to three Turks in his care; one going mute on him was unacceptable.
"She may be cootie-exempt," Tseng said solemnly. "You should tell me more."
[OOC: Shameless linkdrop-turned-actual-roompost? Gasp! The door is shut, but Reno's totally interruptible in his spark-making exploits after the phone call.
the_merriest is the best Tseng ever.]