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raspberryturk) wrote2009-07-23 02:44 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2009-07-23 02:44 pm
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Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Afternoon
Reno had a bit of a dilemma, and he had today off by some miracle. And so, on his day off, he was going to attempt to fix it.
His living space since he'd moved in to Rude's apartment had become a little on the cramped side. Sure, it was more space than he'd had while he was living in the dorms on Fandom Island. But while he was in school, he hadn't been trying to cultivate greens, either. Unless one counted the green fuzz that sometimes grew on whatever he'd left sitting around, but that was a different thing entirely. As it stood, Reno was staring in bewilderment at the contents of Rude's living room.
Rude had set off for work today with a clearly stated mission for Reno to handle before he got back. He didn't care how he did it, just so long as it was done.
The clutter... would have to go.
So much easier said than done, when you were used to stockpiling whatever you could get your hands on, and you had people sending you care packages from all over creation. Nevermind the assorted bits he'd managed to gather with full intent to toss together a makeshift greenhouse in he future.
"Mako," Reno sighed, plucking the ferret out of his beans for the umpteeth time this afternoon, "I think this couch-surfin' shit ain't all it's made out to be, yo."
[NFB for distance, naturally, but open for the usual riffraff to give their phone calls and what-have-you!]
His living space since he'd moved in to Rude's apartment had become a little on the cramped side. Sure, it was more space than he'd had while he was living in the dorms on Fandom Island. But while he was in school, he hadn't been trying to cultivate greens, either. Unless one counted the green fuzz that sometimes grew on whatever he'd left sitting around, but that was a different thing entirely. As it stood, Reno was staring in bewilderment at the contents of Rude's living room.
Rude had set off for work today with a clearly stated mission for Reno to handle before he got back. He didn't care how he did it, just so long as it was done.
The clutter... would have to go.
So much easier said than done, when you were used to stockpiling whatever you could get your hands on, and you had people sending you care packages from all over creation. Nevermind the assorted bits he'd managed to gather with full intent to toss together a makeshift greenhouse in he future.
"Mako," Reno sighed, plucking the ferret out of his beans for the umpteeth time this afternoon, "I think this couch-surfin' shit ain't all it's made out to be, yo."
[NFB for distance, naturally, but open for the usual riffraff to give their phone calls and what-have-you!]
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She nearly commented that it wasn't like Tseng was pulling double shifts, but ... he probably was. Not because they had to, but because he was Tseng.
"I ... talked to him," she added, carefully.
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And that was all Reno was going to say on that.
"You talked to him, huh? Did you call him, or the other way around?"
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That wasn't what he'd said, no. Not even close. Elena's radar was seriously off-base, on the subject of Tseng.
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This wasn't intended as a slight on Elena in any way. It simply meant that what Tseng wanted, Tseng got.
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"We ... talked. Just like we were old friends, catching up. He made jokes with me."
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As for the rest of it? No, Reno wasn't going to call her back. Partly because he wasn't taking away her sky, and partly because he was a stubborn bastard, and he could handle this, damn it.
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"I think by now, he understands that whoever Fandom takes, ain't gonna give the place up so easy." A beat. "I threatened to make him come to the island himself an' drag me back dead."
You know. Just because he felt like sharing.
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"Because of the sky?" she asked. "Rufus? Your girl? All of it?"
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Pretending he was one. That was all it had been for the longest time. Until he learned who the hell he was. Now, Reno didn't pretend anymore.
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She laughed, without much humor to it. "What do you think it'd take for Tseng to learn that?"
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Reno shrugged, though he knew she couldn't see it, and reached for the ferret. There was weasel-snuggling to be done.
"Maybe someone else who learned how to be a person, too."
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"Do you want the honors, or were you gonna leave that for me?"
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"Do I gotta pull out those pictures of Tifa's titties again from under his pillow, just to show you? 'Cause I will, zoto. An' then I'll tell you all about the hottest lesbian porn I ever had the privilege of bein' a part of."
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Having said that, if anyone was ever invited to be the sole cock at a lesbian orgy, it would be Reno. He oozed sex.
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He had been the hottest lesbian ever, too.
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"Eating pussy like a pro does not make you a lesbian," she noted.
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"Incoming, yo!" There was a picture on the way now, yes. Of a very hot, rather well-endowed girl with bright red hair, bright blue eyes, and facial tattoos. And also, no clothing. "Look, I could lick my own tits!"
Yes, Reno was shameless.
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"No way," she laughed. "That's you? If Fandom gives me a dick, I'd ..."
Well. When she got done freaking out, she'd use it. She heard blowjobs were awesome.
She straightened up slightly, looking around. "I shouldn't be checking shit like that out at public, I'll get fired."
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Reno's job on the island had been awesome.
But then, he could boast that he'd worked for the President of the United States of America. Who was a bunny.
That was awesome.
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