Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2008-05-19 05:45 pm
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Lupus A4, Monday Evening
It had been A Day. A week. A whole weekend and Reno, who was still both puny and plastic, was in need of a drink.
He wasn't in a bad enough way that he was going to go to the bar. There were certain things that action figures shouldn't do in public. Sure, he could go to The Perk to give computer lessons and he could scar his friends for life, but the bar? Even if he was hurting for a drink and a smoke and a hell of a lot of escapism, he wasn't going to head to the bar. Besides, he had his own booze. It was simply a matter of getting into it. Easy as pie.
Or, it should have been, except the bottle toppled over as he was attempting to pry the cap off, and it took him with it. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, face down in spilled scotch, and his body was a good four inches away from his head.
Oh, good. Not only was he an action figure, but he was an action figure with a freaking faulty balljoint for a neck.
This would have been less problematic if his body wasn't more interested in saving the booze than it was in solving the fact that it was slightly decapitated at the moment.
"No, stupid, I'm over here."
It was going to continue being A Day.
[Open! And I swear, he'll be normal again tomorrow. I just had to. My own Reno action figure's head falls off on a regular basis. Pretty, yes. Lots of points of articulation? For sure. But clearly not made to do much looking around, poor thing.]
He wasn't in a bad enough way that he was going to go to the bar. There were certain things that action figures shouldn't do in public. Sure, he could go to The Perk to give computer lessons and he could scar his friends for life, but the bar? Even if he was hurting for a drink and a smoke and a hell of a lot of escapism, he wasn't going to head to the bar. Besides, he had his own booze. It was simply a matter of getting into it. Easy as pie.
Or, it should have been, except the bottle toppled over as he was attempting to pry the cap off, and it took him with it. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, face down in spilled scotch, and his body was a good four inches away from his head.
Oh, good. Not only was he an action figure, but he was an action figure with a freaking faulty balljoint for a neck.
This would have been less problematic if his body wasn't more interested in saving the booze than it was in solving the fact that it was slightly decapitated at the moment.
"No, stupid, I'm over here."
It was going to continue being A Day.
[Open! And I swear, he'll be normal again tomorrow. I just had to. My own Reno action figure's head falls off on a regular basis. Pretty, yes. Lots of points of articulation? For sure. But clearly not made to do much looking around, poor thing.]
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He drank!
And the booze dribbled out through his neck.
His body did not get drunk. It just got pouty.
"Well, damn."
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"Does Rude know?"
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"Nope. Rude's got no clue. And I ain't tellin' him, either. I'll take the heat for another late freakin' report."
He was too small to open his laptop. He'd tried.
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"Did your phone shrink?"
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"No..."
In fact, it was on his nightstand, next to where his smokes had been before he donated them to Toby. Convenient, that!
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She wasn't aiming the camera part at him. Really.
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"The damn phone comes up to my waist when it's open, yo."
It totally did.
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"Then someone should tell Rude. I guess that's my girlfriendly sort of duty, right?"
She punched in a few buttons and held the phone up to her ear.
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"Uh. Thanks." He was gaping. A lot. "You know, you owe me huge for this," he grumped.
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He sniffed.
"I think you get along better with my partner than I do, yo."
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She turned her attention back to the phone. "A frog? Seriously!? Footage that you're sending me now, right?"
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"No damn way! Hit cancel, dammit! Fuckin' just say no and hit cancel!!!"
Frog was the most retarded fucking status ailment ever. Ever.
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"Hmmm? Oh! No, no, it's totally worth it. Seriously, don't you trust me by now? It's good stuff. He's a doll."
Which she might have said just so he would yell 'action figure' again. Maybe.
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Oh look, it had worked!
Okay. Deep breaths which weren't doing him any good without his lungs, here, and he was taking up smoking the moment he was normal again, because dammit, he needed to. A lot.
"Frog's a freakin' status ailment where I'm from. Like fury and mini and petrify. Ain't just me, for fuck sakes." He was bitchy. He needed a smoke very badly, right that moment. Not happening.
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Rikku looked back at Reno. "Okay, petrify is one thing, but you can get turned into a frog? As a status ailment? I mean, that's just weird."
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One never knew when it would be imperative to turn someone into a frog, okay?
"Makes sense, if you're fightin', though. Frogs don't really do a lotta damage."
Also, it would be damn humiliating to die as an amphibian.
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Back to the phone again. "No, I didn't get footage of his head popped off. I kinda don't wanna take it off again, either, I mean, what if he changes back? That'd be bad."
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"Cast? Weapon? Rikku, you're a frog." He was going to sit and scowl and hold his head on grumpily. "I never said it was a good idea, I'm just sayin', if you're from the right neck of the woods, might be the only thing that keeps you from bein' eaten by a bandersnatch or some shit, is all."
Had he mentioned that it was humiliating? No? He ought to.
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The file was sending anyway, not like she was leaving Rude hanging there.
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He was going to have a grumpy mumbling moment, here.
"And bein' a frog in the middle of a freakin' battle just sucks, yoto."
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More giggling. "I would totally buy one. I'd keep it on my nightstand and give it kisses at night."
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"You're gonna scar the newbies for life, yoto." A beat. "I'll get some Maiden's Kiss to go with that, so the newbies ain't stuck as frogs for too long, yoto."
He would not be adverse to kisses at night, therefore he did not argue when she called him an adorable action figure dammit.
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She frowned at Reno again. "I'm being awful to you, huh?"
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It had been an embarrassing day as it was, dammit.
"Tell Rude he might as well forward the photo on to Tseng, zoto. Can be my excuse for not gettin' my report done this week, or whatever."
See. Totally wasn't good blackmail if he wanted it to be passed around.
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