The Woods, Saturday Evening

[raspberryturk]

"Rude's a prick," Reno complained.

It was official. Parking the chopper in the forest was a brilliant tactical move for anyone who wanted to be cruel and annoying and... cruel. Therefore, Rude was a brilliant tactician. And a prick.

"We'll find the chopper," he vowed, "and we'll fly the chopper," he vowed, "and then we can find Rude and kick his ass after we land, yo," he vowed some more.

"And it'll be totally worth it."

[For Rikku, please! Them's some big woods. :D]

Comments

[the_merriest]

There wasn't an accurate spelling for the frustrated noise she made. Something like "Erugnngh."

"Are you always like this!?"

[raspberryturk]

"Like what?! What the hell, Rikku? I'm just sayin' it's cold out."

He was pretty certain that was what he was saying. Mostly.

"You don't want my coat, then fine! Give it back and be cold!"

Easy solution. Jeez.

[the_merriest]

"I've been trying to!" She gaped at him. "And you were all 'no, just drop it for the squirrels' and is that why you and Rude take -- never mind. I'm leaving now."

Drop coat. Storm into woods. Wonder why self is angry. 1-2-3!

[raspberryturk]

"Why me and Rude take what? What the hell, Rikku!?" He was going to just stand there by the chopper and yell after her, here. Until long after she was out of sight.

And eventually he was going to even pick up his coat, brush it off, and pull the damn thing back on. Stupid coat. Stupid chopper. Stupid Reno.