raspberryturk | Edge, Saturday Afternoon

There were some things that were totally worth getting in trouble with the boss for, Reno decided. Being a grumpy son of a bitch was good for things like getting on Tseng's nerves, teaching the rookie how to run for cover, and also for getting sent on impromptu vacations to other worlds in order to visit the girlfriend.

It had totally been worth it. But, as such things tend to go, this vacation didn't last forever, and soon Reno was hopping another portal back to Edge.

The first thing he did upon getting home was reach for the Everclear that Romeo had sent him. Romeo was still the best buddy ever, and Reno was going to have to find some way to make it up to him. Maybe he'd ship him some porn or something. That was always excellent payback, right?

And then he checked the texts and voicemails that he'd missed lately. Which led to a lot of alternating between laughing and frowning. Killing beans and killing babies were two very different things indeed. But hey, verbal Twitters were amusing, at least.

It wasn't until he went to check on the beans to be certain that they were still alive (they were) and the ferret to make sure that he wasn't dead (he wasn't) that a chunk of plaster fell from the ceiling, hitting Reno solidly on the head and reminding him quite firmly that he wasn't in Spira anymore.

Sigh.

"Home sweet shithole."

[NFB for distance and all, but Reno's open for phone calls, text messages, random letters, and all of that good stuff.]

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Ino was bored at the clinic, and avoiding her notes, and vaguely wondering where her boyfriend was hiding out (and sighing about that) when her phone started ringing.

Oh, hey! Distraction!

She pulled it out, and answered without checking the number. "Yesss?"

"I'm lookin' to order some beans," Reno drawled, leaning back against Rude's lumpy couch and grinning. "Ones that don't need too much sun. The ones I got are lookin' all yellow, zoto."

He'd figure out sooner or later that yellow wax beans were supposed to be yellow. Really.

Ino snorted, amused. "Depends on your bean--maybe they ought to be yellow? Hey, you. Did you really need me to do a bean run?"

Romeo had a very, very important question for Reno, so he picked up the phone and dialed.

"... They make beans in yellow, too?"

Well. Huh. Consider Reno educated, now.

"And nah. I don't need any emergency bean runs or anything right now, yo. I'm just callin' to check up on one of my fave rookies, yo."

He said 'rookie' in a friendly way. Honest.

"Got your text, zoto."

Ooh! Phone call! Reno liked those!

"Yo!" He'd have come up with some kind of witty greeting, but he was still picking plaster from his hair and suffering portal-lag, here.

Romeo would get to hear 'Reno's house of porn!' the next time he phoned, perhaps.

Don't ask how. Just don't ask how Arthur managed to text, hows the phone power work in the end.

It was only repeat warnings from his Blackberry that had pointed the whole 'power' issue to him in the first place, really.

"Ah," she said, making a face that she knew he couldn't see. "Yeah. I just--" though he'd get it, "--I'm not a rookie!"

She so so was.

Reno spent a long while blinking at the text. And then he totally cracked up.

did u try pluggin it in?

This was a very important sort of question, really, right?

"There ain't nothin' the matter with bein' a rookie," Reno chuckled. "Some of the best Turks I ever knew were rookies, too."

Some of the best Turks he ever knew were still rookies, and would be until Tseng got around to hiring more. Poor Elena.

"What's up, Ino?"

plugging what its not leaking, he texted back.

The phone was beeping again. This was clearly an issue. Last time, it had led to cutting him off mid-voicemail.

She sighed. "I don't think, we're, like talking at the moment? Me and Romeo? He asked how I was, I told him I was fine and had dealt with injuries from my latest mission, he asked about the mission thing and if my opinions mattered, I said they don't on the mission 'cause the mission is the mission and comes first no matter what it is, and that doesn't have any bearing on how I feel 'bout the mission later. Then he asked 'bout babies and I said yes, he looked horrified and then asked me about if I had a God. Said we didn't much have one back in my world. Then he kinda, you know, fled."

Other stuff was going on, but that was probably the most important one. "So. I don't know. I'm just pretending it didn't happen to other people. He doesn't seem to be talking it out either."

Reno was very, very thankful that Arthur couldn't see him laughing his ass off right now. Honest.

theres a wire that came w/the blakbery. fits in the phone on 1 end n the wall on the othr. try that.

If Reno actually had a house of porn, Romeo would be quite impressed.

"Yo," Romeo drawled in return. "Are you still in Spira, or are you back home now?"

It was about thirty minutes before Arthur actually responded.

By calling him.

Mission succesful?

"Chillin' out on Rude's lumpy couch," Reno replied, grinning up at the ceiling. Oh, it was good to hear Romeo's voice, dammit.

"Yo!" Reno was not laughing. He wasn't. He was just very amused.

The epic saga of Arthur and the Blackberry continued. And Reno was saving every text and voicemail ever.

Ever.

Reno sighed and nodded a little as he listened.

Ow, tricky situation.

"You do the job," he said, at length. "It gets messy. And it sucks. And you do the job anyhow. He ain't from a world that works like that, zoto."

"Reno," Arthur said, conversationally, "I don't know what retarded ape taught you how to read and write, but 'u' is not a word."

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"I know," she said, sounding tired. "But he asked, and I don't like lying to my friends. Maybe I should've, I don't know. And the missions don't always suck and I don't know how to explain that either, I like missions where it's like, 'go kill these bandits' and I'm all 'hurrah, bandit killing!' but I don't think he'd like that either."

"I'd be the retarded ape that taught myself to read an' write," Reno replied casually. "So 'u' is close enough to bein' a word for me, yo."

"He knows about the things I did for ShinRa," Reno noted. "But I don't think our conversations ever quite went... uh. That way."

He drummed his fingers on his knee for a moment, thoughtfully.

"At least you were honest. It's better to jus' be up-front about it than try an' lie. Lyin' always bites you in the ass, zoto."

"It's not," Arthur said, matter-of-factly. With that subject closed... "How's Gaia coming along?"

"Quite that trainwrecky?" Ino said, grimly amused. "It's a gift, I guess. I don't know--I mean, I don't get why it's hard to get, and I don't think he gets why I don't get why it's hard to get."

"I don't know if it was worth it this time, honest, being well, honest. I mean, he's leaving soon, and off-island it'd be a lot easier for me to keep lying to him 'bout stuff like that."

"It's hard to get because it's different," Reno said, at length. "What you texted about? The killin' babies stuff? I would'a told him the same thing if he'd asked about it. But that don't make it any less..."

Hrm. Words.

"Less rotten, from a civilian standpoint, zoto. Those could be their babies. Or somethin'. I kinda suck at gettin' into a civilian's head unless it's by beatin' on it with my EMR, sometimes."

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