Junon, Gaia, Thursday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Junon, Reno supposed, wasn't half bad. Sure as hell better than Edge, which he couldn't wait to get the hell out of, especially after that weird-assed argument in Tseng's kitchen.

Tseng's ex-kitchen, Reno supposed.

He was sitting in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant on one of the city's lower levels, the world's crappiest coffee slowly dissolving a coffee mug in one hand, waiting for somebody in particular. He'd left Edge a little early, dragged a few of the boxes of paperwork along with him so that Rude wouldn't have to haul it all here, and then he'd started to poke around.

Yeah, Junon had suffered a bit since WEAPON's attack. But then, where the hell hadn't?

... Besides Kalm. Lucky, lucky-assed Kalm.

[Open for anyone who might want to call, or who has reason to be in Junon!]

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[raspberryturk]

"Humor me."

He left a few Gil on the table, along with a healthy tip and a helpful note on a napkin about using it to buy some actual coffee instead of trying to fake it with malboro crap, and then nodded toward the door.

"Your body needs it even if you figure your brain don't. I know a place we can pick up some Dream Powder cheap, if it comes to that."

[intraspective]

"No drugs," she said flatly. "I won't take them."

Especially not drugs that left her utterly unaware of her situation. Could you blame her for being paranoid?

[raspberryturk]

No, not at all. Reno had kind of suspected that would be her response, anyhow, but the offer had to be made. He was half-terrified of letting her burn herself out, at this point.

She looked most of the way there already.

"No drugs," he replied, easily enough. "Some quiet time, then, somewhere safe. That's just about as good, anyhow."

Well. He'd say that it was, and then maybe it would almost be true.

[intraspective]

She nodded, still unsettled by the suggestion and wrapped her arms around herself as she walked with him. "Are you going to stay around? Or--?"

He was busy, they were taking up his time.

[raspberryturk]

"Whichever," Reno replied, shrugging a little. "I can stick around if you want, but I can find somethin' do to in Junon if you ain't comfortable with my bein' there, too."

Really, it wasn't like there was a shortage of preparing to be done while he waited for the other three to get here. Even if it all boiled down to 'break into the office and draw dirty graffiti on Tseng's wall in permanent pen.'

[intraspective]

"Stay?" she asked, feeling small and pathetic and hating it. But asking it anyway. Some part of her wondered when she'd learnt to ignore her pride enough to ask for what she wanted even if it wasn't--strong.

[raspberryturk]

Reno offered her the smallest hint of a smile, around his smoking cigarette.

"Yeah." He nodded. "Yeah, I can do that, yo."

If Zack was playing the role of puppy in this situation, Reno would be more than happy to take up the part of 'rabid junkyard watchdog.' It's just what he did.