raspberryturk | The Preserve, Late Wednesday Morning

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The Preserve, Late Wednesday Morning

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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"No, I'm fine right here," she grinned. "Thought maybe I'd let you come to me and all. Unless you're not up to it."

If he was okay enough to be a stubborn bastard, then he was okay enough to taunt. Uh. She hoped so, anyway.

"Kinda like it over here," he blotted his lip against his sleeve and feigned total nonchalance as he gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Nice view... Of the trees, yoto."

His next move, pulling himself up so that he was standing normally again, wasn't the nicest feeling he'd ever had, but at least he'd managed to gather his dignity again.

"Plus then you don't have to walk on that knee," she said sweetly.

Which was pretty cruel, all things considered, but hey, he'd started the smack-talk. He could deal.

... Nonchalance was stupid anyhow.

Not quite as stupid as his next move, which consisted of about one and a half solid, angry steps, which quickly buckled and gave way into a stumble, a few muttered swear words, and then a grumpy shuffle.

"Yeah," he spat again, "then I don't have to walk on that knee, yo."

Rikku sighed. And then fished in her leg-pouch, coming up with a small vial and tossing it to him.

"Wanna call this a day before one of us cracks the other's skull? I can't go to Cheer with a concussion."

Reno caught the vial and eyed it for a moment, not opening it up to down it just yet. Instead, his gaze flicked back to Rikku.

"If I'm remembering right, I think you started this by cracking my skull, yo." Maybe that was the slightest hint of a smile on his lips. "Even so, wouldn't want to return the favor and risk a single boom-rah-rah. Squad's countin' on you and all."

"That was just me saying hello," she said brightly. "If it makes you feel any better, I think my nose is busted."

Now was probably not a good time to mention that she couldn't remember if they were starting practices this week or next, anyway.

"Makes me feel much better," Reno decided. Didn't even take him a moment to think that one over.

He opened the vial, held it up and tilted it a little, sort of a toast to a morning well wasted.

"Bottoms up, yo."

"Cheers," she said, digging one out for herself. No point wasting the clinic's time on sparring mishaps, right? And she had a good stash going again, thanks to the Omega Ruins.

"How come you're wearing a suit, anyway?"

Well, there was a topic of conversation that he hadn't quite expected while he was trying to down a potion.

"Uniform." He gave a shrug of his shoulders and left it at that.

"But we came out here to spar." Rikku shrugged. "Would've thought you'd want something less constrictive."

"Didn't bother with the tie," he said, as though that was somehow different from the norm. "See, less constrictive already."

"There's supposed to be a tie?" Rikku blinked. "What's the uniform for, anyway?"

Well, here was a topic of conversation that he couldn't exactly afford to delve into too deeply.

So, instead, he shrugged his shoulders dismissively, bending at the knees a few times to make sure everything was in proper working order again.

"The job."

"You're here for work?" Rikku tilted her head at him. "Aren't you off-duty right now, anyway?"

He was going to dust off his sleeves, now. See how unimportant the topic of his job was? Sleeves were fascinating.

"Packed light, yo."

"You don't have any non-work clothes?" Rikku frowned. "There's a clothing store in town. Run by this kinda crazy pixie who hates everybody. But good clothes anyway."

"You sayin' the suit isn't good clothes?" Nibbing her here wasn't going to hurt anything, was it? "Custom made, you know. Fits and everything."

"It's a nice suit," she said, eyerolling with a laugh. "You didn't say 'I wear it all the time 'cause it's the best thing ever.' You said you packed light, yoto."

See? She was getting the hang of it.

He had to grin at that. Yeah. She was kinda getting the hang of it.

"Okay. I packed light. And it's the best thing ever, zoto."

"It's not bad," she admitted. "Not enough colors."

She pirouetted so he could get an eyeful of her ensemble. Oh, hey, that reminded her, she was down a streamer. She picked it up and frowned at the bloodstains. "Gross."

"Used to be blue," he mused, eying the blood that he'd let soak into his sleeve before dismissing it with another shrug of his shoulders. "Guess the boss likes to switch it up every couple of years for a change of pace, yo."

"What do you do, anyway?" Rikku asked, still eyeing her streamer. Huh. No sense reattaching it all bloody and ugh. Better idea: pull off the matching one. Ta-da!

Very nice. She was now symmetrical. Ish.

"Work for an electric company. Runnin' errands for 'em. We're supposed to call our branch of the company the 'Department of Administrative Research,' but the 'Turks' is less a mouthful, yoto."

It was not a lie. Really.

"You do research?" she asked, looking up at him with dancing eyes. "Can't picture you as the science-y type, you know."

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