raspberryturk | Arms Hotel Room 314, Saturday Morning

Reno had gotten word that the Tseng from his own reality had made it to the island safe and sound. Was he going to offer the man somewhere to crash in the bachelor pad of disaster? No friggin' way. But he was going to make his way to the hotel this morning in order to pay the boss a visit. Much as he'd always been a thorn in Tseng's side... they were Turks. They'd been through hell and back together. And he was much-overdue for a good session of picking Tseng's brain about what to do with... that other problem.

So he'd talked up the concierge to see what room was booked out to a 'Tseng,' and then headed on up, giving a shave-and-a-haircut style knock on the door.

The answer was not, in fact, the traditional 'two bits,' which Reno had kind of figured.

Nah, the answer this morning was simply the door opening, and Tseng looking out at him with a raised eyebrow, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, a vaguely irritated look on his far-too-young face.

Reno blinked.

From somewhere behind the Tseng in the doorway, two other vaguely irritated voices offered in unison, "Need something, Reno?"

Reno's reply, the only reply he could think of, was a rather eloquent, "Ah, fuck."

[OOC: Open for anyone who has any reason to visit a Tseng or three!]

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"Tiny boss!" Ino said cheerfully. "Yo!"

Because he was the tiniest boss. It was adorable.

"And to answer your question," she weren't going to answer his question, "you all belong to me!"

No, not really, but honestly: how could she resist?

"Not quite," came the vaguely unimpressed reply of the Tseng that Reno had been expecting, sitting on the edge of the bed that was all his (the other two had to share, seniority worked in his favor there, too) with his arms crossed over his chest. "But it was a nice try, Iris."

"That one is mine," came the sigh from the... middlest Tseng. He had situated himself by the window, where he was keeping watch over the room, but also looking out the window, taking it upon himself to keep guard duty. "Iris. Good of you to visit."

She shrugged easily.

"I had to try," she explained, to the tiniest Tseng, as she wandered into the room. "Yo! Figured I'd come save Reno before he jumped out a window and also save you lot the trouble of tracking me down."

Because, looking at them, she knew one for sure would've. And another might've.

"You're a real friggin' hero, Iris," Reno said, from his own vantage point by another window. Which, yes, he was totally considrering exiting through. They were only on, what, the third floor? He'd be fiiiiiine. "Anyway, check this out. If ever you weren't gettin' bossed around enough, now we got the whole set, yo."

A pause.

"Except baby boss there, yo. We both outrank him."

Rufus' Tseng's eyelid twitched faintly.

"Is that how that works?" she wondered, contemplating the layout and then taking a seat on the unoccupied bed. "Excellent. I always wanted to boss about a Tseng."

A beat.

"Zack ain't comin'," she told her Tseng. "I told 'em there were three of you and he did this shudder thing at me. Baby actual boss might show up, he were still decidin' last I checked on him."

Baby actual boss being, naturally, Rufus.

Two Tsengs winced, one almost imperceptibly. One, this one, not terribly subtly at all. For Tseng, anyway.

A third just kind of took note of that between the two of them and wondered who the hell Zack was supposed to be.

"I appreciate you looking in on both all the same," Middle-Tseng said, recovering from that wince impressively quickly. "Have you and Zack been well?"

... What kind of question was that? He just heaved an inward sigh at himself. The worst of it had been last week. He couldn't help but ask.

Her smile faded.

"We didn't do nothin' stupid," she said, after a moment. "If that's what you were askin'."

There was another moment's pause before Tseng replied, simply bowed his head, and said, "Very good."

Honestly. Who had even let him come here for this thing in the first place? He hadn't seen Iris in months and Zack in...

...

In some time.

And he supposed Reno was here too.

Did she... had she...?

Ino felt a bit like she'd hurt Tseng's feelings and, well, that was a bit awkward since she hadn't meant to.

"Zack spent it on the roof thinkin'," Ino offered, since... fine. Fine. She didn't want Tseng to think he weren't welcome. He was. It were just awkward with an audience. "I spent it with friends, so I weren't alone or left to my own devices."

"Very good," Tseng said.

...

Again. He was on a roll, today.

"Perhaps we'll get an opportunity to do some catching up later? Your reports are impeccable as always, but they lack the usual charm of your spoken ones."

He'd missed being teased. So sue him.

That... apparently he were feeling emotional today. Aw.

Not that most people would be able to tell, admittedly, but Ino knew Tseng.

"Of course," she said, smiling a bit and resisting the urge to tease him right there. "I can show you my shop and report there."

After Fenris was done for the day. She weren't inflicting her minion on her boss... or the other way around.

"Awwwww," Reno drawled. "He missed you."

What? It wasn't like the other two Tsengs in the room hadn't noticed, either.

Of course, he was met with a sharp "Reno" from two of the three of them while the third continued to be all tiny and out of his depth.

"Actually, I was thinkin' of grabbin' the one that's workin' on becomin' Silver Fox Tseng here an' havin' a chat, myself. Got my own Gaia to check up on, after all."

That one earned an eyeroll from the correct Tseng, at least.

"Comments like that are why I'm his favourite and you're not," Ino retorted, her hair grabbing the Kleenex box off the nightstand and lobbing it in his direction.

"Wouldn't mind talkin' to you myself," Ino admitted, glancing at... er... Silver Fox Tseng.

And even knowing what his hair being loose meant, she couldn't help but concede (if only to herself) that he looked damn fine with it down.

Tseng-the-eldest raised an eyebrow at the... hair... trick, but otherwise seemed unphased by it.

"Of course," he replied. "I'm here all weekend. Unless Reno's business keeps me longer than I expect," and at this point in his life, he knew Reno well enough to gauge how long it would take him fairly well, "I should be available to speak this evening, or tomorrow."

She grinned at him.

"And this time," Ino said, "we can have proper drinks instead of what they were callin' tea in Junon."

Because that had been tragic.

And now, the faintest hint of a smile.

"We make do," he noted, a small touch of wryness in his tone, "but tea is still low on the list of priorities."

'While we work on re-building an entire agricultural infrastructure after the lifestream relocated,' went unsaid. There were small, impressionable ears in the room.

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Poor baby Tseng. No one was telling him anything.

"All the more reason to enjoy proper tea while you're here," she said easily. "I don't know what Reno's got against all of you. I'm okay with this."

Three Tsengs didn't bother her at all.

"It's because I'm a little shit and two outta three of 'em got vendettas against me, yo," Reno replied easily.

Eldest Tseng rolled his eyes and smiled just slightly. Middle Tseng sighed. Littlest Tseng was just giving him such a side-eye and making a mental note to try to talk Veld out of hiring any redheads in the near future.

Ino just laughed.

"Are you gonna try and make it three for three?"

"Nah," Reno replied. "That little one's still soft. It'd be too easy."

A pause.

"Nevermind, I think I just managed it, yo."

Arms Hotel Room 314, Saturday Morning

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