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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She laughed. "'Least you didn't have people gawking at you?"

"They were probably gawkin' at the radio, anyhow." Reno smirked faintly. "That was an interestin' day, yoto. I think I had a waltz or somethin' with Rikku, too."

"But that's cute!" she said, tapping her pen against her cheek. "I mean, that could even be romantic."

"We have our moments," Reno noted, and now he was grinning. "But she an' I weren't even datin' yet, at that point."

A pause. A very thoughtful one.

"I ain't certain where the random ball gown she was wearin' came from for that musical number, though. Fandom, huh."

"Fandom had killer alligators," she said, "I think a gown is probably easier for it to get, somehow. Maybe it's psychic?"

"Dinah mentioned the gators in a voicemail," Reno noted. "That ain't even friggin' fair. The island saved all the fun shit until I went home?"

Meeeean.

Ino giggled. "Maybe it's the island's way of saying 'wish you were here?', they were pretty awesome. I got to blow a whole bunch up."

"Sounds like fun," Reno decided, pouting anyhow. "We got boundfats an' bat-eyes an' crap like that around here. Bunch'a friggin' one-hits for a guy like me. But easy gil, at least. I guess I can't complain. Tell me the gators at least dropped some interestin' stuff when you killed 'em?"

Hey. A guy could dream.

"Surely there's still some stuff that's not just one hit for you? I wish," she said. "'Less you're counting guts and gore and them spitting projectile fish at us, nope nothing interesting."

Which was a shame.

"Wait, projectile fish?" Oh, now Reno was really sorry that he'd missed that. No fair! "Sure there are some things that ain't one-hits for me, but they ain't livin' around Midgar. Lady Ghanima trained me good. If I want a challenge, it's gonna either be from an import, some kinda extra freaky mutation that crawled outta one of the reactors, or I'm gonna have to travel to find it, zoto."

"Projectile fish!" she repeated, grinning.

A beat.

"On one hand," Ino mused, "you could say that's a good thing--makes it easier to help keep it safe for people, yeah? If you're so good."

"Yeah. Keeps me busy, anyhow. The wastelands are crawlin' in junk like that. Always have been, but now it's more obvious, since people can't just drive to wherever they wanna go."

Granted, there weren't many monsters that could catch up to a chocobo at full run, anyhow.

"You don't sound thrilled," she commented idly.

"Been busy," Reno replied, sighing. "I got more important things to do than chase around landworms and junk, yo."

"You been finding time to get to any of that more important stuff?" she asked. "Or is it all landworms and crap?"

"Mostly landworms an' crap," Reno noted. "Got chased off to Spira to visit Rikku for a while, so I got the Rookie to watch the beans. She's good with beans. But anyhow, they're buildin' up an army or somethin' here, so at least there's the start of a new... start... Or somethin'."

Words. Reno had them.

Edge, Saturday Afternoon

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