Edge, Saturday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

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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[bitchprince]

"You must have been quite a pain," Arthur agreed, without mercy. "But how did you contact-- Portalicity?"

Don't get your hopes up, Arthur.

[raspberryturk]

"Tseng did it for me," Reno admitted. "While I was busy bitchin'. I think he booked a ticket over the internet, zoto."

[bitchprince]

"The internet, Reno?" A beat. "You realise I'm not from this time in the slightest, right? I've got people waving 9th century myths at me saying that's when I'm from."

And that it was him, but, piffle.

[raspberryturk]

There was a long, amused sort of silence, then. Reno wasn't going to laugh. Honest.

Or mention that there was a summon from his world (or, rather, a set of summon-able deities of some sort) that Arthur kind of reminded him of, too. Some knights of the round, junk. Thing. It was another one of those weird-world-things, and he was going to leave it at that, dammit.

"You know, your Blackberry can access the internet too, right? Please tell me you didn't just burn the manual, man."

[bitchprince]

"I didn't burn the manual, it simply makes little sense," Arthur informed him. "The-- 'display' is painful enough as it is."

[raspberryturk]

"Tell you what," Reno said, chuckling and looking upward at the ceiling again, "I'll worry about bookin' your ticket whenever it comes to that, man. An' then I'll show you the modern marvels of the internet. All the bad spellin' and unexpected porn you ever hoped you could find, right there on your phone, zoto."

[bitchprince]

"Sounds charming."

Deserts didn't come this dry.

"The only porn I know of is the likes Chuck Bass and Emmett snuck Merlin," he offered.

[raspberryturk]

"There's better," Reno replied without hesitation. He'd never seen Chuck or Emmett's porn, but that didn't matter at all. There was always better. Always. It was porn. "You just gotta know where to get it right, yo. The guy who taught me that porn can be classy was kinda Legen- wait for it.... -Dary too, yo."

Was it obvious that Reno had been drinking today? Much? At all?

[The need for sleep just snuck up on me in the worst way. The SP saga continues in all our threads?]

[bitchprince]

"Yeah," Arthur said, without missing a beat, "I was a lion at the time."

That explained everything.

[[ as always! ]]

[raspberryturk]

...

"It's sad that hearin' someone say somethin' like that makes me miss Fandom, zoto."

It was kind of pathetic, wasn't it? He'd put up one hell of a fight to resist being shoved into high school, and now that he was out he was wishing that he'd try harder to fail just enough classes to have to stay for maybe just another year. One more year couldn't hurt too much, right?

Maybe?

[bitchprince]

"Next time, you can be the lion," Arthur assured him, dryly. Although at least what animal he turned into had been impressive. "And watch Merlin flail all over his 'girlfriend'."

... Okay, so that part had been kind of funny.

[raspberryturk]

"Bein' a chocobo wasn't too bad," Reno sniffed, rife with slightly drunken indignation now. "Sure, they look like friggin' chickens, but they're all muscle. An' they can run."

Reno was not going to add 'you should try it sometime.' He just wasn't. But he wanted to.

[bitchprince]

"If you're interested in running," Arthur said, in that tone of voice that implied that if he'd been a receptionist, female, and 16, he'd be twisting the cord in between his fingers right now. "Can they actually put on a fight?"

[raspberryturk]

"You really wanna find out what happens when somethin' with a beak the size of your head decides it wants to bite your leg off, man, you be my guest. I'll settle for havin' been kicked in the face by one." Reno was smirking, now, yes. "Wasn't fun, zoto. Ain't plannin' on havin' a repeat of the experience."