MHA #1, Monday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

After a certain conversation after class today, Reno had hurried home, a frown on his lips and a million haphazard thoughts ricocheting around inside his skull that weren't amounting to much more than a whole lot of "Oh, crap."

Things were going to need re-thinking. Lots and lots of serious re-thinking. Now they weren't just trying to steer fate, the Turks were trying to Do The Right Thing in the process.

Now, all Reno had to do was... well... inform the other Turk who had anything to do with this.

And that was why he was picking up his phone and dialing. Shit shit shit.

[Contents of phone call and conversation are NFB, that there was a phone call and that Elena came over for work things is totally cool, though. For the blonde Rookie! No, not that one. Or that one. Or that one. Or... that one, either. Dammit, she knows who she is.]

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[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena, for her part, was hanging out in her alcove and painting her toenails. A nice deep plum color. Then she was going to go to the beach, later, and work on her tan.

Okay, Elena didn't tan very much. Too many years under a plate. Stupid plate.

So she was really going to lay out and burn in ways that would clash with her plum toenail polish. The heck with it.

Oooh, Reno's ringtone!

"No, I will not lend you money for booze," she said cheerfully.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

This was going to be bad. She could tell from the messy pile of empty rum bottles outside his door. It was a wonder that Reno hadn't been evicted. Tseng had threatened it a few times, when they lived on-site.

So this was Reno's door. Look at that, a door! She should stare at it and hope it would magically disappear.

No chance Reno wouldn't be home, was there? This was a very tentative knock.

Look, if she knocked softly and he didn't hear her, that wasn't her fault. Right?