Office #7, Monday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

You know what Reno had missed? Reno had missed his office. The one with the chair on wheels, and all the little bits and pieces of whatever crap newspaper clippings he had felt like sticking up on the walls. Sure, the pictures were gone. They'd been packed away years ago and he hadn't gotten around to hanging them up again. But the wheelie-chair?

Reno was going to take some time before working on his lesson plan for this week (a long lecture on exactly why the human race was probably going to end up extinct in their hands, thank you chaotic last class of thank-the-gods-that-wasn't-really-doomsday) to just sit down, appreciate being back in his own office space, and...

... spin in circles for a bit. Maybe play bumper cars with his chair against that wall, there, and hope they were thick enough that he wasn't disturbing whoever worked on the other side of it.

Shut up. Office chairs were fucking awesome.

[OOC: Door and post are open! Reno is completely mature, you guys.]

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[jaegerbombdad]

"Chuck," Herc began, speaking slowly, "he's good in a fight, but he's not good at...teamwork, or getting along with other people, or thinking anyone other than himself might be right about anything ever. Or keeping a cool head, he's got the Hansen temper. Maybe I should have hugged him more, maybe I should have smacked him upside the head more, I don't know, but, you're in for it."

[raspberryturk]

"Ah." Reno nodded a little at that, pursing his lips in thought. "For what it's worth, I've dealt with my fair share of rookies like that over the years, yo. Egos too big for their heads, heads too big to fit through a door. Sounds like your world was up to some interesting trouble, goin' by what he said about giant monsters. He might he stubborn, but it's easy to tell he takes doing something about that pretty damn seriously."

[jaegerbombdad]

"Kaiju," Herc corrected absently. "And yeah, that's the thing. Chuck, he thinks he's the only one who can save the world, and I just want him to be a bit of a normal kid before he gets thrown in the deep end, y'know? And then he goes and signs up for the apocalypse class," he sighed. "Anyway, he gets to be too much of a pain in the neck, I'll buy you a beer. I'll buy you several beers."

[raspberryturk]

"Kaiju," Reno echoed, shrugging. "Kaiju, Weapon, end result is the same. Huge-assed creatures ripping human civilization a new one. Either way, I won't turn down a beer or several, yo. We can exchange notes on giant city-smashers. Or talk about anything but, I'm good either way."

No, really. He was. It was difficult to find a conversation topic that Reno would avoid like the plague unless you actually knew some of the places he'd been.