Elena's Apartment as Occupied by Reno, Edge, Monday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

So, the thing about getting care packages from the Rookies at Fandom was... Well, they were exciting to break open and rummage through. And Reno always found himself grinning like an idiot as he poked about at the contents. Really, until the Rookies started sending stuff like this, he could honestly say that (barring Fandom Island picnics and assorted acts of nature) he'd never seen so much food all in one place in his life.

With more care than he ever really bothered to admit he could take with something, he set the rum and the vodka to the side. One of those space heaters would come in handy right... right there, in the corner. By Mako, so that the ferret could stay warm. The seeds could sit over there, on that shelf by the soil samples that he'd grabbed, from that fertile patch out in the wastelands.

And that cookie there could go into his mouth.

The rest? Well. There were a few kids outside, and it was winter in Edge. He couldn't take them in- it was too damn dangerous for a Turk to let anybody in, even kids. Too dangerous for the kids, for that matter. But they could probably use a comforter. And a heater that didn't need to be plugged in.

... And some steaks. And some juice. And some chewy vitamins.

And so on.

"What do you think, Mako?" Reno sighed as he closed up the box and started to puzzle out how many trips it was going to take him to bring all of this stuff down to street level. "You figure that damn island made me soft?"

The ferret honked.

"Yeah. I didn't think so either, yo."

[Open for phone calls, if anyone wants!]

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[the_merriest]

Okay, it was a little late for lunch, but better late than never. And the tower was finally operational again, so she could take a real, actual break. Before ... heading to whatever needed help next. Okay. Lunch.

And dialing her phone. Just in case he was on break, too. She could hope, right?

[raspberryturk]

Not just on break, but totally taking advantage of a day off. Because Reno had bitched until Tseng agreed to give him a day off.

It had been something along the lines of, 'Yo, boss, can I have the day off?' 'No.' 'Go fuck yourself, yo!'

There had also been a raspberry in there for good measure. And then a lot of running. Reno fully expected that he'd be in shit tomorrow, but he was ready for it.

"Yo!"

[the_merriest]

"Hey, you," she said, her own spirit lifting just from hearing his voice. "Got a few minutes for your favorite Al Bhed?"

She had to hope she outranked Cid. Having boobs was a point in her favor.

[raspberryturk]

Well, once Reno was fairly certain that Cid wasn't going to hunt him down in his sleep and castrate him, they'd gotten along fairly well...

"Of course I do, zoto." Could she hear the little grin? It was damn good to hear her voice again. "How you been, babe?"

[the_merriest]

"Tired," she said. She probably sounded it, too. "Fixing up some of the machina that's going wonky, playing diplomat, running around like a crazy person. And now I'm going to chew directly in your ear. It's rude, but I'm hungry. Which reminds me, are you eating enough?"

Her rambliness got even worse when she was out of sorts. Go figure.

[raspberryturk]

Reno looked at what was left of his cookie. And then at the crate that he was going to just push down the stairs, because to hell with this 'running trips' shit. And then he laughed a little.

"Of course I am, zoto." Reno's idea of 'eating enough' possibly varied a little from what most people generally agreed upon. "Fandom Rookies been sendin' me food an' everything, yo."

Okay. Fine. He'd keep one steak.

[the_merriest]

"I should be sending you food," Rikku said, frowning suddenly. "Why am I not sending you food? I would forget my head if it wasn't stapled on."

Forgive her, that was the closest she could get to logic today.

"How's Edge?"

[raspberryturk]

"Cold," Reno replied, pouting in the general direction of the window. "Nothin' this space heater can't handle, though. An' layers. Wearin' layers is good, too."

There was a pause, and then Reno looked up at the ceiling.

"You know, you don't gotta send me nothin', babe. I got it handled, here. Really, the Rookies don't gotta sent me shit either, they just keep doin' it."

Not that he was complaining at all. Any care package that included booze was totally fine in his books.

[the_merriest]

"I'm all hot and sticky," she said, "and not in sexy ways. But I'd rather be out here in the desert than stuck in the snow."

Still munching in his ear.

"I know I don't have to, I just ... I worry about you. You're wearing yourself out."

A slight pause while she searched for words.

"I miss you."

[intraspective]

Ino was bored!

Clearly that meant she had to poke at her phone until it hit a number she felt like talking to.

Ring! Ring!

[raspberryturk]

The kids? They totally had a comforter now. And they'd agreed to stick around so long as Reno didn't try anything funny.

Awwww, kids.

"Yo!"

Reno was now on his way back up the staircase. So that 'yo' had some echoing footfalls to go with it.

[intraspective]

Ino tilted her head at the sound, not that he could see it.

"You busy, yo?"

She could totally call back if he was!

[raspberryturk]

"Naaaah. Just runnin' laps, zoto. Givin' candy to babies an' shit."

Well, there were cookies in there. That was pretty close.

"How you doin', Rookie?"

[intraspective]

"Booored," she laughed. "Why do you think I'm calling you?"

A beat.

"What kind of candy?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno made a face while he puzzled that one over, yes.

"... Do gummy vitamins count?"

They were sort of like candy, too!

[intraspective]

"Gummy vitamins?" Ino asked, wrinkling her nose. "Those ain't candy."

[raspberryturk]

"They are if you ain't gettin' three square meals a day," Reno pointed out. "An' there's cookies, too. Damn fine ones, I gotta say."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah figured testing her phone on Reno would work; she'd just call back until she got him, and if she didn't, she'd just leave a "call me back" message that would be innocuous if someone else got it.

*riiiing*

[raspberryturk]

Phone calls from cute blond chicks always came in threes, didn't they?

"Yo!"

Reno was now juggling his phone between his ear and his shoulder, a box of stuff in hand while he made another trip down the stairs.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yes! Success! Finally," Dinah enthused. "Hey, Reno. It's Dinah."

Hey, she couldn't know the two other blondes called him already, making it easier to guess who.

[raspberryturk]

"I figured," Reno laughed. "Your ringtone and everything."

Dinah's ringtone on Reno's phone, for the record, was set to play 'La Cucaracha.' Sometimes, Reno completely failed at good taste.

"How you been, Rookie?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Enh, up, down, sideways, you know how it is. One week down, fourteen to go," Dinah said, and then grinned. "You just missed the latest phone mess up. Unless someone tried to call you this weekend?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno went quiet for a moment, thinking that one over.

"Well, that explains that one call I got from a Rookie, askin' why I was comin' on to her while talkin' about gods, yo."

It was all so very clear, now.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Holy wow," Dinah snickered, then said, "I got one from a guy I know here about how no, he wasn't interested in cybersex and webcams. I'm planning on poking him about that when I see him. So yeah, last weekend: crazy phones again." She grinned, then asked, "Did you get the care package?" Those cookies wouldn't keep forever!

[raspberryturk]

"I did," Reno agreed, grinning lopsidedly. "Best damn cookie I ever put into my mouth, yo!"

One cookie, damnit. The rest were for the cute little kids out there, all cold and hungry and awwwww, kids.