Room 429, Late, Late Wednesday Night

With the window cracked open slightly to let the tobacco smoke drift outside, it felt almost suspiciously like a winter in Midgar, under the plate. Or, at least, the chill did, seeping into the room in little wisps and breezes, prompting Reno to actually close his shirt the entire way, for once. The freshness in the cool air was still strange to him, even though he'd arrived on the island nearly a year ago. Some things just never felt natural, not when you'd lived without them your entire life.

It had to be getting cold again by now, back in Edge. People who'd lived their own lives through in cozy, heated homes would be starting to brace themselves for the long haul, spending their winters the way the less fortunate used to, back when being from the plate or being from the slums actually meant something.

( It's A Wonderful Life- A La Reno )

[Just taking advantage of the Wonderful Life random event with one of my own, here. Establishy goodness is good and establishy, yo. But OOC is awesome. Because it is. La!]