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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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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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Such was the way of the Reno.
"Reeve, you figure? He's gotta know by now it's an issue. I'm wonderin' why the fuck he ain't pulled his head outta his ass to do somethin' about it. He was in charge of urban friggin' development. He should know better'n to think we don't need it, yoto."
A pause.
"Shit, I could get the kids to help grow these plants I got goin'. Some of 'em are almost too proud now to take what I got. But if they're earnin' their keep..."
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She was going to sidestep the whole scared-or-not conversation, and not because she was conceding the point.
"Ask for their help," she said, lifting her shoulders easily. "Tell the older kids that you need some people to feed the plants, and some to hand out the beans, and so on, so you can get more food to the littler ones. Hell, it sounds like you need a bigger space, at that."
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"Mostly pigeon shit."
Helpful!