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.]

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[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!

[raspberryturk]

Reno was thrilled that for the first time in his life, willing the phone to ring had actually worked!

"Yo! Reno of the group of professional assholes still known as the Turks, speakin'!"

It was a good greeting, if you asked him.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking of renting a professional asshole for my next party," Elena laughed. "What's the going rate, hourly?"

[raspberryturk]

"Babe," Reno replied, in that buttery-smooth tone that he used only when he was being a jackass, "you can't afford us hourly, zoto."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"How much would ten minutes in a locked supply closet run me?"

Impossible not to flirt, if he was going to be like that.

[raspberryturk]

"Well, how much you got?"

Hey, two could totally play at this game. And Reno was a flirt and a shit, and he was hot and he knew it. And this got him out of paperwork duty for however long the conversation happened to last. Totally a win!

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Less than I did yesterday," she sighed. "Lots of shopping, lately. I'll just have to save my gil in a piggy bank for a while, huh?"

[raspberryturk]

"Real big piggy bank," Reno agreed, laughing. "For years. An' then you'll have to talk to my pimp about it, yo. Rikku's pretty choosy about who I end up locked in closets with."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Lucky for me, I know a guy who can break chairs for free," she gloated. "That should tide me over until I can bribe your girlfriend into letting me have a go."

[raspberryturk]

"Aw, guys who can break chairs are a dime a dozen on that island, Elena. What you need is a guy who can break chairs while killin' shit. That takes finesse."

It was kind of remarkable that Reno knew what that word meant, wasn't it?

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I meant during sex," Elena said blithely. "I've smashed a few bedframes in my time, but no chairs. And couldn't you just break a chair over someone's head, at a hard enough angle that you snap the neck?"

... she'd never actually tried that. It sounded like a fun game for a hit, though, didn't it?

[raspberryturk]

... Actually, it did. Reno was going to have to play that one sometime!

"You know, I think Rude's done that at least once?"

Just sayin'. Go Rude!

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't be surprised," she laughed. "Maybe I should save up my gil for him instead."

Aaaaaaaaaand then the sound of Elena worrying her lip between her teeth.

"Reno?" she said, hesitant and -- beneath that? A touch giddy. "I did something really, really stupid."

[raspberryturk]

"You ain't been teasin' Tonberries or somethin', have you? How many times I gotta tell you, don't poke the Tonberry?"

Yes, Reno was that bored. Why?

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I had to check how high my Grudge was," she grinned. "No, not that. And not anything like mailing something to Tseng that he's gonna fire me over. That reminds me, I have a report to write and I'm stalling. I don't think he's gonna be pissed, but he might be."

Sure, Reno had a pet. He also might have gotten into deep shit about the pet. It was just that Reno no longer gave a damn, on that front.

[raspberryturk]

Here was where Reno had to ask the million-Gil question, yes.

"When ain't Tseng pissed?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Point," Elena said. "And it's not entirely my fault. I will refuse to say I'm sorry because I'm not, and it's not like he can bitch me out too much because I'm here. Anyway, you did it already, so I'll just say you're a bad influence."

Thee was a very, very, happy sort of sigh. "I'm sending you a picture (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/elena/rookie2.jpg). Prepare to die of cute."

Okay, so she sent two (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/elena/mmps295073.jpg).

[raspberryturk]

"I am such a bad influence," Reno agreed, loading up those pictures. And then, yes, dying of cute.

When he finally found words again, he was going to just have to spit out the phrase that he figured was going to least incriminate him as victim to adorable things.

"Is that cat pickin' its own nose with its tongue?"

... This was Reno. You were expecting maybe an "awwwww?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"That cat is viciously attacking her own nose, with her tongue," she corrected. "She is a dangerous predator who stalks and hunts bits of string and her own face."

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?

[raspberryturk]

Very teeny. Inaudible, but totally there.

"So that's your cat, huh?" A beat. "You got a cat?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I did," Elena said. "She was sort of ... dumped on me. That makes it sound like I don't want her, though, and I do. Long story."

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?

[raspberryturk]

"Aw, man. I so ain't the guy to ask this shit. It took me a week to name Mako. It would'a been easier, but Rikku wasn't gonna let me name him Numbnuts or Dumbass Rat."

It would have been soooo much easier, damn it!

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"That would've been cute," Elena said. "Numbnuts. Kinda mean, but still cute."

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."

[raspberryturk]

Snerk. Yes, that was totally a 'snerk' sound that Reno made into the phone.

"Sounds to me like you picked up your first rookie, Rookie."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena started giggling. "You think I should call her Rookie?" she asked. "What happens when she grows up a little and can find her way around, do I change her name to Turk?"