raspberryturk | Edge, Saturday Afternoon

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Edge, Saturday Afternoon

It was a good thing that Bat Eyes were so damn easy to take down, Reno mused, as he wiped some bloody monster sludge off of his baton and onto his pant leg. Things had been busy in Edge over the past few days. A few monsters had wandered into the outskirts of the town out of the ruins of what used to be the Midgar slums, and they were having their hungry ways with the locals.

Which suited Reno just fine. He got the pleasure of being hired on by the WRO in order to take care of the threat while they continued working on setting up their military, and on top of the pay that they were giving him to deal with the job, he got to keep whatever the monsters dropped when he took them down, too. Mostly ethers and bubblegum money, but he could live with that.

He finished rummaging through what was left of the corpse of the last one as it faded away to join the lifestream, or whatever it was that dead monsters did, and then he took a seat on the nearest bench, sprawling out, looking up at the bluish-gray haze of sky above him, pulling out his phone, and turning it on.

Sometimes, rebuilding wasn't really so bad after all.

[For anybody who wants to phone or be phoned! NFB for distance, of course! Zack-related spoilers throughout the threads. Read at your own risk, yo.]

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If Reno hadn't been in another dimension, and his entire tie to Arthur hadn't been a small electronic device, Arthur may have noticed the subtext of all of that. Since none of that was happening, though, he didn't, and simply ploughed straight along. "The church does bring wonders," he said. It sounded like he was coughing up something that had been squished in there at a young age. "It has to be; it's a miracle they've survived you. How's it looking? The rest of it?"

It kind of was a miracle that the beans had survived Reno. He wasn't even going to argue against that point.

"The rest of it is lookin'... Kinda better, yo. They're gettin' a crew together to rebuild the road that came down a few months back. There are still monsters, though. There are always gonna be monsters. But that's fine. Keeps me busy, zoto."

Busy was better than staring out the window in a daze. He'd take busy. He'd also take his package of smokes out of his pocket. He needed one, right about now.

"If there weren't always monsters, we'd be unnecessary," Arthur said, not unkindly. "But now, Reno. 'Kinda better' almost sounds vaguely optimistic."

"That's me all over. A ragin' optimist," Reno snorted, fumbling about for his lighter, too. Stupid suits with stupid pockets. He didn't need so many, dammit. "It's just good to be seein' people finally start to really be able to focus on pickin' up the pieces again, now that they ain't worried about the stigma gettin' to 'em before they make their mark in the world, yo."

"Don't let that optimism grow ten sizes now," Arthur said, sardonically. "Your big enough and might just get stuck in it." Yeah, like he could resist. "Any more beans sprouting?"

"I got one, yeah," Reno replied, finally locating his lighter and managing to get his cigarette lit. Okay, life was officially ten times better, now. "The light ain't so good for growin' things, here, so they're kinda... yellow."

They weren't brown yet. That was the important part.

"I need to get some kinda lamp or somethin' for that, I think."

"Yellow is heading somewhere," Arthur said, leaning his head back onto his pillow in the alcove. "Light a candle, or something." Beat. "We're almost out of the cabins."

With that statement, Reno had, apparently, officially been branded an actual friend. Not that Arthur would mention why, or how, or why it even mattered.

"Oh, man. I remember the cabins." Reno smirked faintly, shutting his eyes. If he ignored the smell of rust and smog in the air, he could almost pretend he was back on Fandom this way. "I ain't usually a guy who really values havin' personal space, but daaamn, the cabins sucked."

He'd been a few months out of Edge by that point, and he was damn paranoid that people were going to make off with his stuff if he turned his back. He couldn't lock his door, after all. He'd had a curtain.

"Lookin' forward to bein' down to one roomie again?"

"You have no idea," Arthur said, with a snort. "Spending my days locked in a room with Leto is starting to look like heaven in comparison."

Which was as good as any way to communicate that he and Leto were Okay for the moment.

That sounded very much as though they weren't killing one another again! Reno was going to take that as a good sign!

"Good to hear," he decided, letting a wry smile creep over his lips. "There are worse fates than Leto, after all, yo."

"A few of them," Arthur said, after a moment, "But I wouldn't want to talk them up."

"If you did, Leto might have to try and live up to 'em, huh?"

Which was actually something Reno kind of wanted to see now. On film. From a safe distance.

"And we can't let that kind of thing go to his head," Arthur said, firmly, "I'll tie him to the roof before I let that happen."

Not dirty.

"I want pictures!"

Probably not dirty.

"I'll make some if it happens, don't worry."

If Arthur ever figured out the whole picture thing...

"Point and hit the button! Point and hit the button!"

It was straightforward, really!

It would be moreso if Reno actually bothered to explain which button he was talking about, possibly.

Which was exactly why there was a long, long pause.

"Which button," Arthur said, slowly. "Would that be."

"I dunno," Reno supplied helpfully. "I ain't never owned a Blackberry. Probably the one with the camera on it."

If such a creature existed. It was not Reno's job to be helpful.

Well, it kind of was. But that didn't mean he was good at it. Usually.

"I bet it says in the manual, yo."

"You do realise," Arthur started, shaking the phone for a minute (and what sound effects that created) "That this Blackberry has a great deal of buttons?"

Reno was now listening to what he could only imagine were the sounds of a guy who had never used a phone, attempting to shake the 'camera' button out of it.

He really wished he'd thought to record this call for purposes of hilarity and blackmail later, dammit.

"An' if you keep treatin' it like that, a few might fall off, an' you'll never have to worry about that problem again," he agreed, though not unpleasantly.

"I can only hope," Arthur said, cheerfully. "As it is, I suppose I'll have to throw the manual at Leto's head."

Just because they weren't fighting didn't mean Arthur couldn't make threats to his health.

"Oooh, tell me if it bounces!"

He didn't even need a camera for that!

"With a friend like you, Leto ain't never gonna need an enemy, is he?"

"Please. I'm a good friend to have," Arthur said, idly, "If he has any enemies, he knows he can call on me." Was he deliberately misunderstanding? Was he that dense? Who knew!

Awww, Reno was starting to miss Arthur and his contrary ways!

"And you keep him on his toes," he contributed. At least, he was pretty sure Arthur could keep Leto on his toes. Maybe it was the other way around, and nobody had admitted to that, yet. "That's always good, yo."

Please. Like Leto could keep him on his toes. "He needs it," Arthur said, authoritatively, "Or he'd drive us all mad."

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