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Office Hours, Sunday

Aww, yeah. Reno could get used to this having-an-office-of-his-own shit.

It wasn't that he had any great plans for it or anything. Hell, he hadn't even really thought about spending any time in here right up until yesterday when he figured that he should show up in order to do that parent-teacher interview crap. But this was the place, the one place in the whole freaking multiverse, where he could walk in, toss his shit on his desk, put his feet up, and never have to worry about Tseng beaking at him about the use of filing cabinets. Or about Rikku's recent invasion of fuzzy orange home decor shit.

Yep. Reno could live with this.

If anybody came in looking for an interview with the Unconventional Tactics teacher today, they'd find him with his chair leaning backwards, his feet up on his desk, and a lazy grin on his face.

Heh. They gave him an office. How friggin' messed up was that?

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Elena was going to facepalm. What exactly was the world coming to? Reno wore a ring, and lived with a girl who couldn't dress herself. She and Tseng had made out in his hotel room. Only Rude seemed to have avoided the craziness. Maybe he was immune.

"I will never get used to that," she said. Reno. Girlfriend. Nope.

At the same time, Reno might actually be a good source of advice. He was the first Turk in a long time to make a relationship work.

Unless you counted Verdot, and you really shouldn't, considering how that ended.

"Okay, so ... you ... think it's good that we're going slow?" she asked. "It wasn't ... planned or anything, I just decided to ... I don't know. Back off? If we're going to dinner, we'll go to dinner, and if he drops me off and goes back to the office without a kiss, then that's fine, we'll have dinner another time."

Pushing only made him retreat. So she'd stopped pushing, and when that had worked, had held her breath trying desperately not to fuck up.

Nah, Rude totally wasn't immune. But Elena didn't need to know about that AVALANCHE chick that he'd tried to date. Or, at least, Reno didn't figure it was his place to tell her all about it.

"Yeah, let him set the pace," Reno replied, shrugging a little. "Sometimes you gotta back off to show you're willin' to let 'em figure out where they're comfortable sittin', yo."

She and Rosalind really should compare notes, at some point. But that would involve telling Rosalind about her and Tseng, and she was worried how that would go over.

"Did you have to, with your girl?" she asked. "How did that happen, anyway?"

Because ... seriously.

"Yeah, I had to, with my girl," Reno replied, smirking. "Rikku ain't the kinda girl to just hop into bed with someone, yo."

... So, you know, she wasn't anything like Reno, in that regard.

"Just kinda happened, anyhow. I guess me learnin' something in Al Bhed didn't hurt, though."

Like, at all.

Cusadrehk.

"I figured out what his name meant, in Wutaian," she offered. Hey, it was something, wasn't it?

And please hold while Elena tried to picture Reno taking things slowly with some girl. Dates? From the guy who tried banging the waitress any time he went out for food?

"Why?" she asked, finally. "I mean ... you meet a girl, she won't sleep with you, so ..."

It didn't follow. She couldn't wrap her head around the start of it.

Reno shook his head a bit. It wasn't that simple. It was never that simple. If it was just the challenge that he was in for, he would have used her and dumped her, easy enough.

"I met a girl," he clarified, "and she was too damn good for me. Still is. But for some damn reason, she stuck around."

That was ... perhaps the least expected answer she could have gotten.

"I never pegged you for a romantic," she said.

Reno actually smirked a little at that.

"You also spent how many years thinkin' that I hated your face?"

That earned him a stuck-out tongue.

"Right, wherever could I have gotten a crazy idea like that?"

Really, Elena should know better than to try to out-raspberry a pro like Reno.

"Beats the hell outta me," he laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, so you annoyed the shit outta me. But I never had nothin' against your face in particular."

"It wasn't even me you were angry at, anyway," said Elena, in a rare moment of insight.

Okay, she'd been annoying, but all Rookies were annoying.

"Nah, not usually," Reno agreed with a shrug. "But if you ever try an' lecture me about professionalism again, I'll piss in your next bottle of beer, yo."

Because he cared, Elena. Because he cared.

"It'd still taste better than Corel Ale," Elena shuddered. "Any chance I can get you to send me some decent liquor from here?"

"Write me a list, I'll see what I can do," Reno decided. "Just so long as you share with Rude. I can't afford to be sendin' you both care packages on top of everything else I'm payin' for, yo."

Those kids that he had been feeding beans to? Reno was sending weekly payments to Reeve to see to it that he personally brought food out to them. He didn't like Reeve, but he trusted the guy not to fuck it up.

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