raspberryturk | Edge, Friday Afternoon

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Edge, Friday Afternoon

Distress calls from Rookies, left, right, and center. That was what Reno came home to, after over a week without phone reception out in the wastes. And now it was the countdown, before one Rookie would get here, with Ifrit only knew what kind of trauma fresh in her head.

Pick up the phone. Dial numbers. He had well over an hour, between the time Ino's portal would arrive to pick her up, and the time it would actually make it into Edge, after all.

"The boss sends me on one mission in the middle of nowhere, Mako, an' the whole universe goes to Hell without me, zoto."

[NFB for distance, as usual. Open for anyone who needs a Reno call or who wants to give one, all calls will sit chronologically before a certain Ninja visitor, yo.]

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"Oh, yeah. Studyin' nice an' hard," Reno laughed. "What's the lesson of the week look like? Brunette? Blond?"

Important studying indeed!

"I had someone feed me strawberries a few days ago," Elena teased. "You know. Studying hard as always. How are the toothless whores around Edge?"

"Just as hard-up for crack as they always were," Reno laughed. "Too cheap for my tastes, though. I'm a fan of the more toothy blondes from Spira, lately."

Monogamy! Woo!

It was adorable. And seriously weird, thinking of Reno like that.

"Has Rude scored that bartender yet?" Elena laughed. "I'd hate to think he's resorting to the crack whores."

"I think he's givin' extra big tips to Titties Lockheart in hopes that she'll notice him," Reno laughed. "It ain't workin'. She's damn hung up over chocobo-hair, yo."

Which was sad, really, because chocobo-hair was an idiot.

"We should tie him up, leave him as a present for her," Elena suggested. "Or else buy him some sort of season pass for the hookers. Maybe a go-round at an upscale one for his birthday."

"Ooooh, one with all her teeth an' her shots an' everything?"

BIG SPENDERS.

"We'll get Tseng to cough up some phone numbers."

Buuuuuuuuuurn.

"I vote you make the call askin' him for the numbers to his whores," Reno laughed. "I wanna see the look on his face when you do, yo."

"Do you know how ego-crushing it is," Elena sighed, "to be turned down in favor of whores?"

No, I do not want your free sexual favors. I would much rather pay those women for theirs.

"You'd have to bribe me something good for that."

"I got peas, radishes, an' beans," Reno laughed. "Or I can promise to keep Mako from pissin' in your bed while you're away. Any of that interest you?"

"If Mako pisses in my bed, I will tell the landlord that you're stealing from him while he's asleep," Elena giggled.

"An' if the landlord tries to evict me, you lose your pad," Reno replied.

Check: Mate.

"He likes me," she insisted. "I could probably crash with him for a while. Without putting out or anything."

"He's probably gay," Reno decided. Because if you could have someone like Elena sharing a room with you and not want her to put out? You had to either be gay, or Tseng-like somehow.

Honestly.

"Orrrrrrrrr maybe he's just a nice guy," she laughed. "They exist. Now and then. Oh, wow, there are some adorable little ones around here. I want to adopt them and mess their hair up and try to get them laid. Which is gonna require some alcohol, let me tell you."

"Good luck gettin' the booze into some of 'em," Reno laughed. "You met Merlin, yet? I got him hammered on dick-in-the-dirts one night at Caritas, zoto. Caught hell from Arthur for it after that."

Something in his voice suggested that it had been totally worth it.

"No, I haven't," she laughed. "Got into a little tiff with Arthur, but that's another story. Everything was different, on the other island."

She chewed her lower lip for a moment, hesitating before she could bring herself to admit the rest.

"I had to talk to Zack," she said.

... Damn that name, anyhow. Reno freaked a little inside every time he heard it.

"Did you, now?"

"He was a vampire," she said nervously. "Cruel and twisted, and still angry that no one came to rescue him. I shot him point-blank and told him that no one came for him because SOLDIERs are disposable anyway."

It had been a good psychological tactic. It had saved her life, or the other-her's life. She would do it again. It still made her flinch.

That was a long, kind of strained silence on the other end of the line, yes.

...

"Well. That ain't good."

Reno: Master of understatement.

"Not really," she agreed. "Now the other Zack is wondering what I meant by it, and I had to tapdance around. Told him I was just pulling shit out of nowhere to upset him."

"Figure the kid's stupid enough to buy that?"

... Well, Reno wouldn't put it past him, anyhow.

"He's not stupid," Elena said carefully. "Optimistic as all hell. Believes in things. I told him the company does shitty things from time to time, but that doesn't make the rest of it not true."

Reno considered that for a moment. He hadn't been there. He couldn't judge what went on in that conversation, what that spike-haired kid took out of it. So, whatever.

"You know... It's a damn shame we can't make damn sure that Zack ain't our Zack, somehow."

Just... you know. Reno musings.

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