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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[raspberryturk]

Reno was kind of finding himself failing at words. He hadn't figured the Guado would actually figure it out, honestly. So the best that he managed to really muster was a, "Whoa."

Which, really, kinda summed it up.

[the_merriest]

"I know," she said softly. "I know. They really did. Just -- stood up and this huge, huge speech about it, and they were sorry and they couldn't ever ... make it up, and Reno, we have ancestral lands. The Guado said so and they'd know. A-a-and then? And then Gippal -- Gippal stood up and went, hey, guys, the towers, they're not weapons, and we won't make weapons if that's what you're all so scared of, and Baralai said that the Al Bhed were welcome to join New Yevon if they wanted, and that he hoped the Yevonites would b-be welcome to come learn how to build machina if they wanted, and ... and it was like ..."

Like everyone at the table had realized how childish and petty and stupid they were being, in one perfect moment, and decided to pull their heads from their asses and make tiny steps towards one another.

[raspberryturk]

"Like somethin' outta some kinda fairy tale," Reno offered. "Dream about it, dream about it, dream about it, an' then one day you wake up an' it actually happens after all of that dreamin' and sayin' there's no way it could, yo."

Reno had a few experiences like that himself, lately.

"Need me to pinch you?"

[the_merriest]

"No pinching," she laughed. "I'm ... scared this is temporary, like, sure it seems like everything's gonna be okay, and in a month, it's all gonna go back to how it was. But people can't really want that, can they?"

Too tired to think about philosophical matters.

"If you don't want me packing a huge bag and coming to hang out for a bit once this is over, then now's the time to tell me."

[raspberryturk]

"I'll push the beans to the side," Reno solemnly swore. "An' we can take the chopper to Fandom for Homecoming. I got a request for a chopper ride from one of the rookies who's been sendin' food, zoto."

He would have taken the chopper anyhow, but it was a convenient excuse for stealing Tseng's chopper keys at the end of the month!

"I always got room for you, Rikku. You know that."

[the_merriest]

"Ooooh, the chopper! Really? That would be so cool, just showing up in one."

It would, dammit.

"So ... can I get a chopper ride, sometime?" she teased. "The private kind that Rude totally thought you were taking me on, that first time."

So sue a girl for being curious.

[raspberryturk]

"Rikku? Babe? If we're gonna be flyin' to Fandom all the way from Edge, We're gonna have to make pit-stops, zoto."

Numerous pit-stops. Pit-stops aplenty.

[the_merriest]

"Pit-stops?" she laughed. "I thought you were the daredevil type, going at it mid-air and hoping you didn't crash."

[raspberryturk]

"Never said we wouldn't be doin' it between pit-stops too, did I?"

Bitchplease. That was what autopilot was for.

[the_merriest]

"That's more like it," she smiled. "I miss you. I mean, I know I just saw you, I just ... miss you, anyway."

Especially on a day like this, when she was raw and exposed and had cried, in front of other people, without meaning to.

Snuggle-time was currently ranking higher than sex, on her wish list.