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.]

Comments

[raspberryturk]

Reno had himself a good chuckle over that one, slinging himself around so that his head was hanging down over the edge of the couch, his ponytail draped over the floor and his feet somewhere against the wall, well above the rest of him.

tseng puls the same crap. says ameriacn holidays arnt even from this planet and so i dont get em of.

There was a moment or two, and then another text was sent to join it.

tsengs an ass

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

tseng likes yanking your chain. only source of amusement the poor dude has, since he can't get any good soap operas on that crazy-ass planet of yours

Totally supportive of Reno's battle for vacation days, here. Solidarity!

[raspberryturk]

Best Doji ever!

biggst problem is that the rookie took off an now he aint got no chans of getin laid.

Actually, he had awesome chances of getting laid! But this was Tseng. And so it probably wasn't going to happen any time soon. Not any time remotely soon.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

too bad, he's hot.

And now on to breaking Reno's brain! She totally was the best Doji he had.

[raspberryturk]

There was a long, long pause between Doji's text and Reno's next one. And when Reno's next text finally did arrive, the message was simple enough.

ew.

See? Okay, fine. Reno relented and sent more.

more 4 some1 els then i spose. boss aint my type neither

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

ILU RENO Oh yes, there was mad cackling going on in Japan, and her coworkers were just going to Ignore It. For their own safety.

pretty sure ur type is tiny & blonde & bouncy. & hotter.

[raspberryturk]

MUCH hottr!

And Reno was damn proud of that fact, too!

tho some evil part of me wants 2 see tseng hav 2 ware shorts an shit like rikku does. id take blakmale fotos.

Reno really, really needed to take some Hooked on Phonics courses, here.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

nooooooooooo. rikku's shorts defy laws of physics. tseng in those shorts would violate all the laws of nature.

This was totally his revenge for breaking his brain earlier, wasn't it?

[raspberryturk]

It's entirely possible that Reno's wicked grin was held firmly within the clutches of the next three words that he sent, so that the moment he hit send, all traces of it were well and truly visible all the way to Japan. From Edge.

brite pink 1s.

A pause. A bigger grin in the next text still.

with ruffels

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in Tokyo, there was wailing and giggling and Dojima hitting her head against her desk as she typed back.

asshole

[raspberryturk]

And somewhere in Edge, there was a Turk who was feeling very damn proud of himself, indeed!

PROFESINAL asshole yo!