The Preserve, Late Wednesday Morning

[raspberryturk]

Well, this place certainly wasn't devoid of trees, was it?

Reno wasn't entirely unimpressed by the meeting place that he and Rikku had decided on for their little sparring match. Plenty of things to trip over and be thrown into, which would make things interesting.

That is, if the crazy girl with the unique fashion sense didn't chicken out and stand him up.


[[OOC: For Rikku, please!]]

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[raspberryturk]

"Right." Reno gave a shrug of his shoulders and demonstrated that grin of his. "Imagine the boss is gonna wonder what the hell I need a steady supply of potions for if I'm just goin' to some quiet school on an island in the middle of nowhere, yo."

[the_merriest]

"This place is anything but quiet," Rikku grinned. "Besides, just tell him. 'Sorry, keep getting my ass kicked by a cheerleader.'"

[raspberryturk]

"Oh, yeah. He'd be thrilled, zoto." The eyerolling. Oh, the eyerolling. "Maybe I could get my buddy Rude to ship me extra."

That was worth pondering, right there.

[the_merriest]

"I should totally buy some from Rin and sell them at a mark-up," Rikku mused. "Don't really need the money, though."

[raspberryturk]

"Neither do I, yo." Reno shrugged and found himself another tree to lean back against. "Th'boss is even thoughtful enough to get the gil I'm makin' pulling overtime on this job converted into the green paper stuff they use here. Is that really money?"

[the_merriest]

"Seems to be," Rikku said. "I'm used to, you know. Gold? Not sure why paper's valuable here."

[raspberryturk]

"Must be an 'Amereekan' thing."