raspberryturk | Office Hours, Thursday

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Office Hours, Thursday

Reno... really didn't have anything better to do today but come and hang out in his office, no.

Okay, sure, so there was the mother of all freaking bouquets on his desk, courtesy of his smart-assed co-teacher. And the flowers were starting to go a little...

Uh. Soggy, Reno supposed, was a good word for it.

So he was here today, up to his elbows in rotting flowers, with his nose wrinkled as he picked out all the valuable little nick-nacks from inside of it.

Pearls? Seriously?

The one upside, anyhow, was that Reno could sell some of this crap off and send the money back to Edge or Junon or something. This monster could totally go a long way, back home. Not that he suspected for an instant that maybe something like that was what Genesis had in mind...

[Open door, open office! Since I remembered that Reno actually has one of these things, today!]

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Reno actually bit the inside of his cheek a little at that, taking a moment more to contemplate what might be the best to say, here.

"... Kid's gonna live through hell," he replied, honestly. "I don't think there's nothin' anyone can say that'll make that easier on him. But he saw the aftermath, yo. That's after four years of cleanup. I wouldn't like nothin' more than to find some way to keep it from havin' to happen. Not for his sake, really. He's datin' one of my Rookies."

And if Reno had any clue that she'd taken off and made a Turk of herself, he'd be pitching a fit.

"But when the options are one kid, and then some mass destruction later on, or the whole damn planet, him included anyhow..." Shrug. "It ain't foolish. I don't think it's foolish."

Anakin looked pain, but he nodded. "It's not easy, being on this side of the timeline and just waiting for the other other foot to drop, is it?"

Reno's smile took on a slightly bitter bent, then. "I let the kid down once already," he noted. "We Turks were on orders from our Director to find him before the army could, yo. I think my chopper was the closest, and I still didn't make it on time."

He gave his head a slow shake, trying to buck some of the melancholy while he was at it.

"Ever since he showed up, I've been thinkin' of ways to do it this time. But the risk outweighs the reward. It's friggin' stupid. This place is such a godsdamned tease."

Anakin nodded. "My daughter," he began quietly, shaking his head. "It's going to get really ugly for her soon."

There was a moment's pause, and then Reno let out a slow hiss of air between his teeth.

"She make it through okay?"

"If she didn't, I'd be setting the galaxy on fire to make her timeline change," Anakin admitted.

Reno actually huffed a little laugh, at that. It was a Reno thing. If there was an inappropriate moment to insert a chuckle, Reno would be there, doing just that.

"Family, huh?" Reno was no good at that 'family' thing. "Closest I got's one of my old Rookies, from years back. I think I can save her without damnin' the whole Planet. Ain't quite the same as a daughter, nah, but... Hey. Shit. I can kinda relate, yo."

"Except you aren't teaching Ethics," Anakin said a little wryly.

"What, you mean they expect us to practise what it is we're teachin' these kids?" Reno was all-out grinning, now. Grinning was more or less his default mode in all inappropriate situations. "Whelp, there goes my job, if ever someone sits on in my Teamwork class, yo."

And anyhow, Reno always thought that ethics were more like... suggestions. Guidelines, if you will.

"Well, I try not to make judgments about their decisions," Anakin said. "Since it's not like I've made all the right ones myself."

And the winner of Biggest Understatement of the Day goes to...

To one of the few people on the island who had left a bigger swath of destruction behind himself than Reno?

"Eh, we're human," Reno replied, shrugging as if that somehow excused half the things that either of them might have done in the past. "We ain't angels or whatever."

"Some of the students might be," Anakin mused. "That would be awkward to teach."

"You think?" Reno pursed his lips, and then broke into a laugh, shaking his head a bit. "Man, I think if there was ever an angel for a student here at the school, they'd probably already figure they have Ethics in the bag, yo. You're probably safe, there."

"I taught a unicorn one semester," Anakin said, laughing. "It was an experience."

"Sounds like it," Reno agreed, smirking. "Probably a matter of time before I end up with one of the really unexpected ones too, I suppose."

"I taught a tiny frog to fly spaceships," Anakin said dryly. "I think I win."

Reno wrinkled his nose a bit. Yeah, he really couldn't compete with that.

"The best I got so far is that I had a student who was, like, a year older'n me."

Which really didn't compare to the tiny frog thing.

"But at least where I'm from, sentient frogs ain't all that weird, yo."

Just annoyingly contagious.

"We have sentient...other things," Anakin offered. "Some of them kind of look like frogs? Most of them aren't pilots."

"Yeah, I wouldn't trust most of Gaia's gods with my chopper, never mind a frog," Reno snorted. "I don't think they'd be able to reach all the controls, yo."

"I had to made him prosthetic legs," Anakin said, shaking his head.

Reno was pretty obviously chewing the inside of his cheek now, to keep from laughing too hard.

"Damn." He gave his own head a bit of a shake. "I guess it could'a been worse. He could'a needed some kinda water tank, or a steady supply of flies, or some shit, yo."

Reno was dreadfully helpful. Truly.

Anakin couldn't suppress his indelicate snort. "I'll have to ask Zoe where we draw the line at accommodating students."

"I ain't in the habit of pattin' nobody's ass," Reno noted, "but I ain't about to leave a rookie up shit creek without a paddle, neither. I guess there's probably some kinda balance, somewhere in the middle."

A pause.

"Kinda makes you wonder what a frog wants with knowin' how to fly a spaceship, though."

Anakin paused.

"...I probably should have asked."

"See," Reno snorted, "you just went an' facilitated some kinda interplanetary amphibian invasion. He's gonna go home and teach all his little frog friends these spaceship secrets, an' then take his revenge on the whole damn universe for... I dunno. French cuisine and shitty terrariums."

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