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Room 429, Tuesday Morning.
Jun. 24th, 2008 11:18 amOnce Reno had returned to his room after his flight session with Murdock and his conversation with Romeo yesterday, he had stared at his laptop monitor blankly.
Today, he had spent most of the morning doing the same thing.
He had to write a report on this. This whole incident involving the vice-principal. If he didn't, Tseng would find out anyhow, stubborn ass that he was, and that would be a one-way ticket right back to ShinRa and Healin and the Turks and Edge, never to return. And it wasn't really that he didn't ever want to go back. Gaia was home, after all, and he was damn proud to be a Turk. It was just that, after the conversation he'd had with Rikku two nights ago regarding the mortality rate of people in his particular line of work, getting dragged back now would just be rotten timing. And he'd miss her. A lot.
He took a deep breath. Okay. He could do this. He'd do this, and then he'd brace himself for the phone call that was damn near inevitable, because there was something about fighting a hell-god down in his own domain that Reno figured Tseng was going to have to clear up far more quickly than e-mail would allow.
( Cut for Report and Phone Call of Novella Proportions. )
And then it was just Reno again, holding the phone for a moment after the click, wrapping his brain around what the hell had just happened there.
He closed his phone, stared at it for a while, and then finally set it on his nightstand.
"Huh," he grunted, not making much progress on the brain-wrapping front.
...
"Huh."
[I have no idea how this managed to get so huge. Tseng was played by the ever-awesome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_merriest, and Reno's door is shut. Interaction comes with a warning of extreme I-work-and-then-do-radio-tonight slowplay. But OOC is always welcome, if you make it through this monster. Also, pretend that the subject line always had Reno in his own room. Wtf, typeyfingers.]
Today, he had spent most of the morning doing the same thing.
He had to write a report on this. This whole incident involving the vice-principal. If he didn't, Tseng would find out anyhow, stubborn ass that he was, and that would be a one-way ticket right back to ShinRa and Healin and the Turks and Edge, never to return. And it wasn't really that he didn't ever want to go back. Gaia was home, after all, and he was damn proud to be a Turk. It was just that, after the conversation he'd had with Rikku two nights ago regarding the mortality rate of people in his particular line of work, getting dragged back now would just be rotten timing. And he'd miss her. A lot.
He took a deep breath. Okay. He could do this. He'd do this, and then he'd brace himself for the phone call that was damn near inevitable, because there was something about fighting a hell-god down in his own domain that Reno figured Tseng was going to have to clear up far more quickly than e-mail would allow.
( Cut for Report and Phone Call of Novella Proportions. )
And then it was just Reno again, holding the phone for a moment after the click, wrapping his brain around what the hell had just happened there.
He closed his phone, stared at it for a while, and then finally set it on his nightstand.
"Huh," he grunted, not making much progress on the brain-wrapping front.
...
"Huh."
[I have no idea how this managed to get so huge. Tseng was played by the ever-awesome
the_merriest, and Reno's door is shut. Interaction comes with a warning of extreme I-work-and-then-do-radio-tonight slowplay. But OOC is always welcome, if you make it through this monster. Also, pretend that the subject line always had Reno in his own room. Wtf, typeyfingers.]
