Office Hours, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

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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[raspberryturk]

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."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"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.

[raspberryturk]

"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.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

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

[raspberryturk]

"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.