Edge, Tuesday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

"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.]

Comments

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Reno must have honed his psychic powers well, because his phone? It was most assuredly ringing.

He should pick lottery numbers, next!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

It'd been a while since She'd talked to Reno, and maybe he'd be visiting this coming weekend, or for Homecoming, so: good time to check in.

*Ring!*

[intraspective]

Torture equals stress testing equals bad/good thing?

Yes, it was a text.

Yes, Ino totally knew that he'd have some sort of response to that.

[the_merriest]

It was a very tired, exhausted, and overwhelmed Rikku who was calling her very favorite Reno ever. She'd cried, earlier. She wasn't crying now. She was oay. And it had been good crying anyway, not the sad traumatic type, and maybe she was just going to curl up with the phone and never, ever hang up.