Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on.

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.

All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't managed to kill yet. And an anxious ferret, attempting to help him either with the booze, or with the reading, whichever Mako happened to be able to reach more easily at the time.

As such things went, after a week and a half back in Edge with no outlet to the real world, it was time for Reno to take a break. He'd written a letter earlier in the week in reply to one that he'd gotten last week Thursday, which was all well and good... but dammit, he needed to hear a voice that didn't belong to a Turk, a member of the WRO, or some random person living on the street corners in Edge.

Spare Gil for the homeless, they'd beg, and he'd toss them a few, just because he had a few to spare. But not without a mumble and a frown.

Yeah. You an' everyone else, yo.

He needed to make some freaking phone calls, or he was going to go out of his mind, damn it.

[NFB for distance, open to anyone who thinks that Reno would have a reason to call them! Or, heck, open to anyone. He's bored, he'll probably just hit buttons until he hears familiar voices, at this point.]

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[raspberryturk]

"I.. Kinda got no clue, man. I wanna join Rikku in Spira sometime, too. Almost seems pointless to start lookin' here, if I'm gonna pack up and go there sooner or later, too." Reno frowned as he reached for the bottle again. "Far back as I can remember, Rude and me were roomies. But the world changes, I dunno. Maybe I should start lookin' for a place to call my own, too."

[withoutverona]

"It can't hurt to have your own space to bring Rikku back to," Romeo suggested, refilling his own glass. "Do you want to go live in Spira?"

[raspberryturk]

"You know, I dunno that, either?"

Reno was so organized. Really.

"I kinda figured we'd just end up wherever we ended up, yo. Spira or Gaia or the friggin' moon. It's all the same, if that's where we gotta be at the time."

He grinned faintly.

"But if I had my own place, there'd be more room for..." He had to think, here. "Porn. And booze. And Mako."

[withoutverona]

"And a bed that was all yours," Romeo said. "And Materia."

A pause. "And visitors, even."

[raspberryturk]

"And visitors," Reno agreed, chuckling a little. "I'd even let 'em sleep on my couch. The one I'm gonna steal from Rude, zoto."

Reno was a brat and he totally knew it.

[withoutverona]

"It would be an honor to sleep on your lumpy couch and face the threat of dragons, Reno," Romeo informed him. "... I should let you go tend to Gremlin the plant, shouldn't I?"

[raspberryturk]

"Not to tend to Gremlin so much as to make sure Mako ain't tryin' to hide it under the couch again," Reno mused. "We oughta make a ritual outta this or somethin', man. I'll call you again next chance I get, yo."

[withoutverona]

"And I'll email photos if anythign happens here," Romeo promised. "And video footage from the beach class. I'll talk to you soon."

[raspberryturk]

Awww, Romeo was the best. Photos and video! He was too good to Reno, dammit.

"Talk to you soon, yo," Reno agreed, grinning. "Take care of yourself, man."

He hung up. And then he flopped backward onto the floor again. And then he sighed.

Edge was boooooooring.