“I mean, I sleep pretty well.” He casually nudges away the concealer and red eyeliner. Just ignore that. “On the off chance I can’t, I just alternate where I’m sleeping between my bed, a couch and the floor. I’ve woken up on a table once which was weird. As in, an actual eating table.”
@kychchc continued explosive chemistry from [HERE]
Hands in pockets, Reno slipped inside the office and, with his foot, nudged the door closed. A playful air surrounded him as he sauntered towards Scarlet and sat on the side of her desk. Reno never liked Heidegger to begin with, and would never forgive him for doing the Turks dirty. So a little bit of revenge wouldn’t do any harm.
“As you’ve probably read in my file, I lived the slum life before joinin’ here. And what do we know about slum kids?” He raised his left hand out of his pocket, a set of keys dangling from his fingers.
“We can be wicked little thieves”
He held the car keys above Scarlet’s desk, waiting for her to catch them. It was about time they spent an hour or so bonding together.
Tseng glanced up from his desk at the flash of red standing in his office doorway.
“Ah, Reno. You and Rude have been quite down as of late. Not to say I don’t understand.” He stood from his desk and met Reno in the doorway, ever stoic. “How would you like to go to a bar tonight? We three. I have a night off.”
“A bar, huh?” The idea was intriguing and would certainly take their minds off everything. Plus it seemed like Tseng was offering to pay so how could he say no? Plus he had an idea to make the night better.
“If you think you can drink the two of us under the table, then sure.”
An unfair game.
@super-kaddy-love continued observation from [HERE]
Reno watched as the puzzle pieces cascaded around the room and heard one of the researchers groan. With a sigh, he continued playing with his coin as it appeared it was the only thing that kept Kadaj’s interest besides the puzzle. The petulant childishness, while annoying, did remind him of himself when he first joined ShinRa.
“Listen, kitty-cat eyes, I didn’t sign up to babysit ya. So if you could behave, we’ll have you out playin’ catch in no time.”
“Is that a hickey or did someone try to tear your throat out with their teeth?”
Bleeding/Injury Sentence Starters Part 2
Spiritual successor to this
Okay, really? First Roche and now Elena, despite the fact he ventured to his room to cover the injury as best he could before clocking in for work. Hell, even Tseng gave him a questioning look and offered him a scarf to cover it. Why was everyone asking him the same damn thing?
“Does it matter what it is?” he responded with exhaustion. Yesterday being his vacation day certainly didn’t help things at all, but it was innocent, really. “I was foolin’ around and got shot in the neck with a toy gun.”
That scarf was looking very appealing right about now…
The question caught Reno’s attention as he stood in front of the Turks’ coffee pot. Just the two of them stood in the break room, Elena by the door, blocking any chance of escaping like a regular person. Both were uncharacteristically quiet as fatigue swept through the department, with Reno self-designated to coffee duty.
“Why the sudden question?” Not that he didn’t have an answer or wasn’t going to answer it, it was just peculiar how out of the blue it was. Coffee was poured into the four cups before they were stuffed into a takeaway tray. As he scooted towards Elena, he plucked her cup out the tray and handed it to her.
“Hiccups are actually a pretty rare occurrence for me. ‘Sides, they usually go away on their own”
The chronic compulsive lying has arrived. Who knew you could start hiccuping from just breathing wrong? Due to his body clocking faster than it should be, Reno can start hiccuping at any time if his breathing leaves its normal rhythm (e.g. he breathes a little too early once or twice). They do sometimes go away on their own but his record so far is 5 minutes straight. He has been threatened for it.
He’s tried different techniques, including manually breathing, but very few of them work so he just suffers.
There was one funny time where he tried drinking water only to hiccup.
Fear; Failing to keep your partner alive because you had to complete a mission
Tell me what you think my muse is afraid of and they’ll rate it 1-10 based on how uncomfortable it makes them.
Please enjoy, this wasn’t supposed to be so long @_@
Silence as Mako hues narrow into fierce slits, staring into the soul eyes of the person before them. The gentle squeeze of a red stress ball. The slight twitch of an eye. Stiffened posture. Nerves struck.
“Never.”
Reno takes his time sitting up straight, facing the stranger head-on. The harsh squeeze of a red stress ball, compressing it as far as it can go. Arm raises. Nerves alight.
“Gonna.”
Room tension raises as fierce gaze hardens, static filling the air. The ball flies past the stranger, hitting the wall. The calculated catch of a red stress ball. Head nodding. Stranger leaving.
“Happen.”
Hands dropping into lap, Reno slides back down in his chair and takes a moment. The ball is returned to his desk and fingers press into sore temples as eyes clench shut. Great, migraine. A passing thought. It couldn’t be an actual fear, right? Details and contingencies were always planned out.
But there was always something that could go wrong.
Fucking. Always.
A weary sigh passes through parted lips as a gloved hand rubs absentmindedly at covered wrist. Maybe he should take a break. Nothing was going to get done anytime soon anyway.
The blue PHS is pulled out in one fluid motion, quick text fired off to Tseng, and dropped back into its designated pocket within ten seconds.
Weary body rises from comfy chair, pacing towards the door. Pause as thought to leave door unlocked flits through mind and is agreed upon. The light needs switched off. Fingers linger. Softly spoken.