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Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

Damn, it was good to be on the island.

Daaaaaaaamn, it was so good to be on the island. And sure, the room he'd grabbed at The Arms wasn't his dorm room, but he had a real, honest-to-gods bed here, instead of the lumpy couch Reno had been sleeping on for the past little while, and that alone made the whole trip worth it.

Well, the bed and the minibar. He was going to have to coordinate some kind of drinking outing with the guys before he took off again, maybe. In the meantime, he'd pick up his cellphone and leave some ~~handwavey~~ messages telling his buddies on the island where he could be found.

And then? Then he was going to flop backward on that amazing friggin' bed and just sprawl.

Oh, hell yeah.

[Door's open, and if you figure you'd get a call, you totally did. Mmmm, feels like home.]

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"Mostly, it's just been real inconvenient shit," Reno amended. "Nothin' that anyone from the outside would notice right away. There was this span of almost a week that had me up an' planet-hopping because I had to find Rikku right fuckin' then."

Yeah. That week.

"But if it's Fandom, we got no control over it. Keep an eye out, is all I'm sayin'. You want me to call or somethin' if somethin' hits me that you might not have noticed yet?"

"Oh, that week? I didn't notice anything different until someone said something."

Yurika? Insufferably smug? Oh hell yes.

That was Reno's cranky-pouty look. The one with the duck-lips. Because it was completely warranted right now, dammit.

"You probably shacked up with Romeo the whole time and didn't come out for food," he said, and for all that it was cranky, it was still relatively good-natured, too.

"Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," she taunted, sticking out her tongue. "Don't be silly, of course we ate!"

Food was required for energy. Duh.

"But so long as no fake-children or small animals invade, I should hopefully be safe."

"I ain't seen none of either, yet," Reno stated dutifully after a moment of sticking out his own tongue right back. Because it was his calling in life to report on such things. Or something. "So it looks like you're good to go, yo."

Knock on wood?

"'Good to go,'" she echoed, letting her head thump back against the wall. "Careful, Red, or you're going to make me sound like a responsible adult."

"Comin' from me, you sure you can take a suggestion like that too seriously?"

Really, it was all a matter of perspective! Reno was planning on avoiding being a responsible adult at least until he was thirty. Assuming he lived to be that old.

"Point. Coming from you, that's almost an anti-endorsement." Yurika looked over at him with a lopsided grin, nudging his leg with her foot. "It's been too quiet without you around. No Reno, no Rikku, no Cal, no Sokka... the new kids just aren't any fun."

"You should'a started throwin' shit at 'em, to see if you could at least get 'em scurryin' around like ants," Reno chuckled, clasping his hands behind his head and flopping backward on the bed again.

He fully intended to make good use of that bed while he was paying for it. It wasn't a lumpy couch.

"You gonna be the new kid in Tokyo all over again?"

"Kinda. Michael started at the same time, officially, but they've had him chained to the office since then." Literally. "He's the new techie guy, though, not a field agent."

"They've been operating with only three Hunters lately, so I'm the rookie." Yurika formed a gun with her fingers and shot at the wall. "Gotta pretend my aim sucks."

Reno had to chuckle some more. That was totally laughable, there.

"Damn. That'll be harder for you to pull off than takin' out the spooks you guys are gonna be chasin', won't it?"

It was intended to be lighthearted conversation. But he couldn't help but let his mind wander momentarily back to that mission that they'd run together, the four of them. The last job Reno had taken that involved him killing a man, and it had been for Doji.

Huh.

"Shoot twice. Make 'em both count, of course. But if you shoot twice, at least it looks like you ain't a bullseye right off the bat."

"I don't even get real bullets," she whined, wrinkling her nose. "We're supposed to only carry our Orbo guns."

Right. She'd keep her Walther on her anyway, thanks.

"Which I guess is kinda helpful in a group situation... they'll have no way of knowing who hit what, since the bullets shatter when they deliver the chemical."

"No real bullets? Laaaaame," Reno said, dragging that out for a moment and sticking out his tongue. Yes, at the ceiling. The ceiling totally had it coming, dammit. "You get any alternatives besides the Orbo thing?"

"I always have my own alternatives," Yurika practically purred, batting her eyelashes at him in an exaggerated manner. "But officially? No."

"No, wait. I do. Running like hell, and praying I know the city better than they do." When it came down to it, Yurika was a practical woman.

Reno's flat look was flat.

"You're shittin' me. No real bullets, an' they expect you to run. Runnin' works for me. I don't think you move that way, yo."

"I haul my ass out of the way, and one of the Hunters with Craft takes over. At least, in theory," she answered. "The STN-J is a bit, um, short staffed in that department. Kate-sama is our only offensive hitter."

She gave him a half-shrug. "Don't worry, I'll have an actual weapon, even if the others don't. At the very least, I'll keep a mini-pistol in my purse or something."

That statement was met with a half-smile. It matched the half-shrug nicely.

"There's a good girl," he decided. "Cover your ass. If somethin' happens to Kate, then you're all fucked otherwise."

Reno didn't like leaving things like that up to chance. And really, he never had.

"My ass is cute," Yurika replied dryly. "I'd like to keep it that way."

"It'll be fine, Reno. They're not going to let the rookie out on any runs they don't think she can handle, and you should have seen how badly I botched my placement tests. I'm the lowest rank allowed in the field!" she proclaimed, posing slightly. "I should get one of those acting award things, once this is over."

"Now, there'll be a challenge for me," Reno mused. "How much work do you figure it'd take for me to steal an Oscar for you, yo?"

Hey. Get Reno drunk enough, and he'd do it. And he'd pull it off, too.

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