Room 429, Sunday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Okay. Sunday afternoons were officially boring. The days of the week had classes and radio and reports to write for his job, and mornings and evenings meant that the ferret was awake and totally willing to be harassed, but Sunday afternoons?

Reno would like to vote that boring, lazy Sunday afternoons be stricken from the record.

He was in his room, sitting by the window and playing with his lighter. Fire go on. Fire blow out. Ooh. Exciting.

The door was open slightly in case something interesting happened to wander through the hallway, at least.

[Open, like the door~]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Yurika mock-saluted him. "Diiiiiiiiiiiirty," she intoned, weaving slightly. "I'd say I was looking forward to it, but, well, I'm sure you're going to do something mean and evil, like wave coffee at me and refuse to hand it over."

[raspberryturk]

"Oh, I'll give you the coffee, no problem," Reno decided. "It's the Advil I'll hold hostage, yo."

He grinned a little, at that. "Better not hit the booze too much on Monday night. I'm a lotta things, but a knight in shinin' armor, I ain't."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Robin-sensei said both coffee and aspirin are bad for your hangover, but I don't caaaaaaaaaare. Coffee is too beautiful."

"You're a lotta things," Yurika agreed easily, walking over to muss his hair. "But just because your armor is a bit rumbled doesn't make you any less of a knight, Reno."

[raspberryturk]

"You figure?" Reno weaseled downward, trying to spare his hair the ruffling.

No dice.

He'd tolerate it today, if only because Doji was having a rough time of it. "You're just tryin' to get the coffee outta me, aren't you? I can see through your flattery, zoto. Like a... guy who sees through flattery."

It was entirely possible that the rum was getting to him.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Shush. She was mildly tipsy from her five (six? something?) long shots from his tequila stash, and desperately needing human contact. She'd probably deny being so affectionate once she was slightly more sober.

She grinned down at him unrepentantly. "If I was trying to flatter you, Red, you wouldn't realize it until it was too late. I'm damn good at my job." It was said with a perverse sort of pride, because dammit, she was. Father Juliano never would have recruited her if she wasn't.

[raspberryturk]

Reno grinned back, every bit as cocky as ever.

"And if you really think so, Doji, then you got no idea how good at my job I am, yoto."

Second-in-command of the Turks for a reason. They weren't ShinRa's underground elite for nothing, of course. While the slouch and the attitude weren't entirely a cover, they were a damn good start at one regardless.

Really, he'd be dead with the rest, otherwise.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Then we get into the debate about how good we are, and that could take awhile," she purred impishly. "Besides, I think I'm in enough trouble right now. I'm not even sure if I have a boyfriend at the moment, so getting caught playing innuendo games with you by radio squirrels might be bad for my reputation."

"And I really don't want Rikku to kill me."

[raspberryturk]

Reno had himself a good laugh at that, putting the bottle to his forehead in a bit of a sloppy salute.

"It'd be like bangin' a sister or somethin'," he announced. "We ain't even gonna go there."

And also, he really didn't want Rikku to kill her. Too messy.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I always wanted a smart-ass older brother," she joked. "That must be why I keep you around."

[raspberryturk]

"I always knew I had some kinda purpose," came his drunken reply. "Good to hear I do smart-ass brother well. I was startin' to wonder."

It was his nurturing, overprotective side, certainly.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Don't wonder." Yurika smiled again, but this time it was small and sad rather than her usual flirty smirk. "Not mad?"

[raspberryturk]

"Nothin' to be mad about," Reno replied with a somewhat more sedate shake of his head. "You made the same fuck-up I did, Doji. At least you're on the right side, right?"

A shrug.

"I can't hold nothin' against you. I got too damn much on my own head to hang anything over yours, zoto."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"No one ever being mad had to make any sense, Red," she pointed out, taking another sip from her bottle. "You coulda gotten pissed on Romeo's behalf, or for any number of reasons."

"Still," this time the smile was a little less lost and a bit more 'Doji' again. "Thanks, Reno."

"Although this doesn't mean I'm gonna hold still if you do decide to chuck a book at me," she called as she meandered to the door, tequila and duct tape held securely. "I'm not that type of girl."

[raspberryturk]

"Yeah, well," Reno mused, taking one last swig of rum before sealing up the bottle again and stashing it back in his drawer, "that just means I'm gonna have to aim better, yo."