Edge, Friday Evening

[raspberryturk]

It was one of those rare nights that Reno had managed to score all to himself, off-duty, with not a single reason to worry about Tseng calling him in out of the blue to do some urgent mission or another. Why? Because Rude had the night off, too, and Tseng knew better than to try to call Reno in when Rude would do the job just as well, and without whining about it.

And so, there he was, sprawled backwards on the couch (and doing an admirable job of ignoring the busted springs in his back) and staring up at the ceiling, contemplating where in the world he was supposed to go from here and the obstacles on his way to wherever that turned out to be.

"Winter's coming, yo." He paused, and then, with a faint smirk on his lips, he added, "Fehdan'c lusehk."

At the very least, it wasn't as though he'd be making the trip alone.

[For that girl who speaks the funny language. And sure, open for phone calls or whatever, if you'd like.]

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[the_merriest]

"Ed femm pa lumt cuuh," she agreed, eyes dancing. She liked it when he spoke Al Bhed, dammit.

She joined him on the couch, leaning over to bink his nose before growing more serious. "I probably ... should get going, sooner or later."

The WRO was actually starting to act like an actual peacekeeping force. And, well, Spira's peace wouldn't hold forever.

[withoutverona]

And in Verona, Romeo came in from shopping with Benvolio and flopped onto his bed. Yurika was still out; he wasn't sure where, but suspected it involved spending large amounts of money.

He picked up the phone and punched in Reno's number.

[glacial_queen]

Karla gave her phone a dubious look, thumb hesitating over the send button. Elena had assured her that her friend wouldn't mind answering her questions, but still, it just felt weird to be calling a strange male out of the blue.

But if it would help Glacia...

She pressed the button and listened to it ring.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Someone was at work. Her arguments that they should have today off since Michael was American had gone unheard.

Which is why the aforementioned someone was sprawled out on one of the chairs instead, playing with her phone. Texting and a bored Dojima Yurika without enough paperwork fell under Bad Plan, but no one had noticed yet.


Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed. no one appreciates my genius around here.