Reno of the Turks (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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"At this point, anyone who happens to be willing has gotta be worth trainin' up," Reno agreed. "It ain't like we're rebuildin' ShinRa. We're just tryin' to get by."
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He chose that moment to close his eyes.
"Make sure they know that."
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"I'm growin' food. Hell, I'll share, if anyone asks. The word 'Turk' don't mean the same thing it did two, three years ago. Probably won't ever again, either."
And he actually hated that fact.
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Because that was more important to him than whatever Turk meant. Sadly enough.
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... Because everyone had houses, Arthur.
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"A bedroom, 'bout half the size of the school dorm rooms. And a living room. 'Bout the same size as the school dorm rooms. With a stove an' fridge an' shit off on the other side of the room. An' a little bathroom."
Noooot much living space, for the Turks.
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Very, very dead. Reno would show Arthur how dead it was, someday.
It was deaaaad.
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Arthur. Arthur. This is not your kingdom.
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Thanks to Reno and Rude, yes. Details, details.