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]

"Steeeeeeeaaaaaaaak."

It was a shame that a 'grabby hands' gesture didn't carry so well over the phone. Alas.

Reno was so, so totally making one, though.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah snickered, and said, "Steeeeeak. And potatoes! And maybe some frozen curly fries, for your microwave." She grinned, temporarily pushing worries about world-rebuilding aside. "And a really great burger at Luke's when you're visiting, too."

[raspberryturk]

"Oh, gods, no more potatoes, please," Reno laughed, practically pleading. "The only thing they can actually get to last all the way into Edge is freakin' potatoes. On days where there ain't much to pick in the garden I got goin', it's potatoes. I feel Irish, or some junk."

He'd actually learned enough about Earth to know that potatoes and redheads were kinda Irish or something. See, he totally deserved a cookie for that one.

"But a burger? That, I'd be all over, yo."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You've got it," Dinah promised. "And another care package before the end of the month. Zoto." And giggling over the line.

[raspberryturk]

Reno made another snerk sound, but totally let it be. There were some people who should never zoto.

As in, pretty much everyone but him.

"I appreciate that, Rookie. You think of some way I can pay you back over homecoming weekend, let me know, okay?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing!" Although Dinah had no idea what that'd be. Still.... "Helicopter ride? If we can find one nearby?"

In a totally legal way, of course.

[raspberryturk]

And at that, Reno managed a bit of a snort of a laugh.

"Tell you what? I'll talk to Tseng, see if there's some way I can commandeer the chopper to get out there, yo. I gotta park it off-island, I think, but so long as Fandom don't go travellin' around again, I think that won't be too much of a problem. I ain't been flyin' in way too long, anyhow."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Dinah punched the air. "Homecoming can't come soon enough!" She grinned. "Stay safe, Reno. Look for another box. And I'll see you soon."

[raspberryturk]

"Thanks, Rookie." Reno was grinning now in spite of himself. "You take care, too, kiddo."