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@damnitreno-archive
“Just lookin’ at you is makin’ me sober.”
“My head is buzzing again…”
“I told ya to stop putting it in the microwave, man.”
Send me 💍 if you think my muse is spouse material.
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Communication 《Open Starter》
Elena glanced up from her coffee to stare at you, her face painted with a disappointed frown.
“… What the hell are you doing here? Don’t you have better things to do than bother me at my own workplace?”
She scoffed before rolling her eyes and having a small sip of her coffee.
“Go away. I’m busy. Or stay, so long as you don’t bother me.”
Reno sat on the edge of Elena’s desk, one leg dangling, a cup of coffee in one hand, and an unlit cigarette in the other. Unlit, mainly because Tseng was about, and had forbade smoking in the Turks offices.
“Yeah, you look real busy there, Laney, playin’ Candy Crush.” Reno grinned, and tipped back his mug of coffee.
“Get ready, yo. Boss is sending us out to Gongaga today, and I’m flyin’ ya.”
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The faint smell of brewed coffee wafts down the corridor, drawing Reno in. He wrinkled his nose as he detects something unpleasant along with the note of coffee.
“Ey, Ciss. It smells like coffee and old ass in here. What gives?”
“You’re just in time,” Her tone is pleasant as she hands a mug of hot–but unfortunately stale–coffee over to him.
“All right! Coffee...the cure for pretty much everything.” Reno grins at Cissnei as the mug is handed over to him, and he takes a healthy swig; face twists into a rictus of repulsion, and he spits the dreadful-tasting stuff out into the sink.
“What the hell is wrong with that coffee? Did ya filter it with Legend’s boxer shorts?” Reno grimaced, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ciss...I’m sorry, man, but that coffee tastes like shit.”
Well
It must be done
Someone has to finish off this canister of stale coffee
it has been sitting in the cupboard since the beginning of the year …
The faint smell of brewed coffee wafts down the corridor, drawing Reno in. He wrinkled his nose as he detects something unpleasant along with the note of coffee.
“Ey, Ciss. It smells like coffee and old ass in here. What gives?”
Reno [ Final Fantasy VII : Advent Children ]
☆ + Are there any notable things you regret?
“Nah. Nothing really comes to mind...” Reno’s gotten so good at lying to himself, that he’s trained his mind to almost forget the worst thing he’s ever done - destroyed all of Sector 7 under orders, with the push of a button.
He eyes Astrid curiously, then shrugs his shoulders, trying to keep up the air of indifference. “I’m a Turk, we do a lot of shitty things. Can’t really dwell on any of it for too long - if ya do, you won’t last as a Turk for long.”
Roses are red, violets are blue. Brown is the color, of Dark Nation's poo.
Well. At least Rufus was spared from a bag of the brown stuff on his desk next to Reno’s ….. poem.* “I did tell you, Reno,”
“That if you feed my hound junk food while walking her, it’s not going to be pretty. She’s got a delicate stomach.”
“But she was begging so politely an’ all. Even gave me her paw.” Reno appeared contrite, yet glum.
“So...no more triple bacon cheeseburgers, then?”
☆ "Don't you think the president's white suit is a little... out of fashion?"
“Heh...it’s not exactly practical, is it? The boss can’t even eat buffalo wings without making a fuckin’ mess of himself. Ain’t worth it.”
Reno leans in closer to Marie, whispering conspiratorially. “I think those pants ain’t pants, either. They’re like...culottes.”
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