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raspberryturk) wrote2009-09-29 04:45 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2009-09-29 04:45 pm
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Edge, Tuesday Afternoon
"Back to work, back to work."
Work for Reno, it should be noted, mostly consisted of him putting his feet on his desk and pretending to be busy. There were reports to be filed. He didn't wanna. That required effort.
Taking jobs that involved him chasing down monsters or beating terrorists to a messy pulp or, dare he say it, the jobs that required making hits? That wasn't work. That was play.
Reno? Reno was working. So hard at work. Staring at paper. Paperwork would be less boring if maybe it came in crossword format. Or word search. Or if it was written out in code that replaced each letter of the alphabet with a different picture of a naked chick. If it did that, maybe it wouldn't be so much work!
Yes, he was totally spending his time hard at work trying to will the phone to ring with his brain. Ugh, work.
[For phonecalls, of course. Reno is, as usual, boooored.]
Work for Reno, it should be noted, mostly consisted of him putting his feet on his desk and pretending to be busy. There were reports to be filed. He didn't wanna. That required effort.
Taking jobs that involved him chasing down monsters or beating terrorists to a messy pulp or, dare he say it, the jobs that required making hits? That wasn't work. That was play.
Reno? Reno was working. So hard at work. Staring at paper. Paperwork would be less boring if maybe it came in crossword format. Or word search. Or if it was written out in code that replaced each letter of the alphabet with a different picture of a naked chick. If it did that, maybe it wouldn't be so much work!
Yes, he was totally spending his time hard at work trying to will the phone to ring with his brain. Ugh, work.
[For phonecalls, of course. Reno is, as usual, boooored.]
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Had totally been picking her nose, yes.
"She sleeps curled up with me. I bought her a bed but she climbs out of it and mews until I scoop her up and let her snuggle."
Still too tiny to make the jump onto the bed. Still no awwwwwww? Even a teeny one?
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"So that's your cat, huh?" A beat. "You got a cat?"
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She was now going to lean over and nuzzle her cat. Because she could. OOooh, tiny little pinpricks of pain! Kitten: still not good at retracting her claws.
Which reminded her.
"What are you supposed to name pets?"
She was new to this, okay?
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It would have been soooo much easier, damn it!
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Elena: not so great with naming things.
"I don't want to name her anything stupid," she insisted. "She's adorable. And she wobbles. Wobble-wobble-wobble and then she falls over, so she mews desperately until I get her. But she's not dumb or anything, I don't think. It's too early to tell. Just all tiny and new, still figuring out which end is up."
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"Sounds to me like you picked up your first rookie, Rookie."
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... Wait. That wasn't quite right.
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Shut up, she was allowed to coo. Rookie was cute.
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It sounded like a brilliant idea to Reno. At least, so long as he didn't stop to think over the fact that this involved peeing all over Sector Eight and then burying it in a bit of everything from Sectors Three through Seven.
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They were totally Turk issue, too!
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They were useful, dammit.
"... Reno? Did you know that -- this weekend -- you know what this weekend is, right?"
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It was possible there was a point he was not exactly grasping, here. Or else he was sidestepping it because it was fun making the rookie sweat. Care to guess?
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Saying that Tseng didn't have a clue was something like trying to say that chocobos did not have feathers. And yet, Reno was pretty damn confident, thank you very much.
It was a Turk thing.
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Or he was a well-connected head of a covert ops operation. Still.
"Probably for the best anyway," she shrugged. "I mean, it might be weird, having him here, right?"
She didn't miss him. Honest. Really.
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Free Rookie was free. She'd quit. So Tseng really had no reason to show up.
Unless he was a creeper.
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Which might count as "creeper," depending on your definition.
"I feel free," Elena said. "But also homesick. And I have to be so careful, with what I let other people see. I took your advice, though. I mean, I'm letting some people in. Ones that seem like they'd handle it okay."
And even then, in measured doses.
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And now it was time for Sharing and Caring Time with Reno.
Apparently.
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Which was an indirect way of asking if that was what was bothering him. It seemed easier to tiptoe than to jump right in.
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Reno hate hate hate hated Edge. With a passion. Because there were at least a hundred little versions of himself as a kid running around out there, without so much as a plate keeping the rain off their heads whenever it actually happened to fall.
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Please. Half the slums would sell their mothers to Don Corneo for three hot meals a day.
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She paused, not sure if it was a horrible idea to keep going, but she couldn't help herself. "You can help those kids. You are helping them. Maybe you're just scared."
It had been hard enough for him to accept a new rookie, after all.
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