Room 308, Thursday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Okay. So. Reno had to talk to Rikku.

He really, really had to just man up and talk to Rikku.

Which involved knocking on the door.

He could do that. Any moment now. He'd lift his hand, and then he would knock. On the door.

Yep.

... Dammit, Reno, there is no fine art to knocking on the door. Just do it already.

There we go. Door: Knocked upon. And now he was going to work on standing there and not taking off down the hall.

This was going to be an interesting night.

[For she who lives here, natch!]

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[raspberryturk]

"All evidence of misconduct must be destroyed," Reno quoted. He'd heard it enough, being a Turk. "Company policy. If the Turks ain't enforcin' it, someone else is. And pullin' strings to save someone's ass from it is only as good as the twitchy finger of whichever Infantry fucknut pulled the trigger first, yoto."

[the_merriest]

"Couldn't even coordinate a resistance. Someone would sell you out and get a reward for it." She took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as she shifted position to wriggle in closer. "I'm ... you know, I'm sorry you don't have your job any more. Honestly. Because I know what it means, to you. But I ... I'm also relieved that you're safe from that."

He was allowed to hate her, for that, if it was insensitive.

[raspberryturk]

"That part, I don't miss," Reno agreed. "Just after the mission we were sent on to hunt down a guy from SOLDIER that Tseng and Cissnei knew, that's when President Shinra found out we were tryin' to help Verdot." A pause. Right. Explain the names, Reno. "The first guy, Zack, we were tryin' to save too. He was draggin' Cloud all across Gaia. Verdot was our boss. The one ShinRa wanted us to hunt down."

Sigh.

"Findin' out that we weren't doin' our jobs was bad enough. Findin' out that we were goin' directly against orders..." Shit. Shit shit shit. "I don't miss that. Never will."