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@blitzrod || yuffie’s nightclub adventures
Trying to pickpocket the redhead she’d met in a bar three weeks ago probably wasn’t her best plan, Yuffie mused ruefully. At least she’d only done it out of boredom and wanting to keep her skills sharp, rather than actually trying to get her hands on his wallet.
“I didn’t actually take anything,” she protested. “Really.”
@blitzrod liked for a starter !
“ Stop talking. “ There was the thrum of a headache behind the back of her eyes, her brows furrowing as she hoisted her gunblade into its sheath. “ I’m here to do a job, not make friends. You got that ? “
@blitzrod sent: "Hmm, it's gonna look strange if we head in like this – alright, you stay an' wait here, I'll get myself a dress an' some makeup, then we head in. Could hide all our weapons under the skirt too–"
While Jacob couldn’t deny that going into a party where the majority of the attendees were couples would make two lone men stand out, he didn’t quite think that Reno had to go for the whole package in blending in. They’ve worked with worse and this wasn’t really that bad. Besides, like Evie would probably point out, there’s always a work around and Jacob did always love finding ways to circumvent obstacles when he didn’t feel like facing them head on.
“We could always just find an open window. This place is huge, Red,” Jacob pointed out, pointing towards said building, letting his gaze roam over the visible rows of windows. It was a big place, the owner of it had too much money and they were clearly the type that had to flaunt their wealth in some kind of grandiose way. Like building a bloody huge mansion and throwing lavish parties. “So getting all dolled up isn’t really─” The brunet didn’t really pause but he rolled his eyes as soon as he noticed. “And you’re not there anymore.”
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that he was alone in the alleyway and sighed loudly but didn’t stop the smirk that appeared. Jacob leaned back against the wall, arms crossed and put upon expression on his face. The man was almost as sneaky as his sister. It’d only taken him a few seconds to realize that Reno was no longer with him, he had Evie to thank for that odd sense he’d developed. The only difference was that when she did it he wouldn’t notice for a solid minute.
“I hope he realizes that he’s not going to be able to climb at all or run well in a dress,” He mumbled quietly to himself before glancing back towards the mansion and waited.
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"So, this is it? You're an angel of death or whatever, comin' to get me? Gotta say, I expected somethin' a lil darker an' grim-lookin'."
OF ALL THE THINGS SHE HAD EVER BEEN DUBBED; an angel of death was certainly a new one. Still, at least in his own way the young redhead had managed to offer a compliment of sorts; and still retained enough of that juvenile exuberance to be throwing witty observations her way. He was no closer to death than she was; although admittedly, the fact she was there at all, tucked away in the throes of his mind, gave rise to the idea that he may in fact have been injured enough to have knocked him clean out.
❝I think the angel of death gets paid far more than me.❞ Aera jibed back with a subtle nudge of her foot, white cloth swaying in the phantom breeze as she knelt beside Reno, surveying his form with a quick, but thorough glance. ❝I’d also venture that the dead aren’t nearly so talkative.❞ Meaning the fact he could string sentences together at least affirmed that he was not about to become another name on the immortal list of departed souls.
A momentary pause followed as the blonde tilted her head, fingertips pushing back flaxen strands behind her ear as she weighed up what to do with the man in question. Should she leave him be? Or try to help until his mind saw fit to return him to consciousness? Opting for the latter, her hand extended in an unspoken offer; a simple gesture to draw him back to his feet before any more questions could leave that animated little mouth.
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Phoebe sat on the black leather sofa tucked to one side of the Turk's office. She was mostly still dressed in her proper uniform, but she had since shed off the jacket and flung it over the back of a chair at the table. She looked more fitting for the normal offices in her stark white dress shirt, skirt and hose. Except for the gun holstered to her shoulders, maybe.
Though calling it an office seemed far too generous to her. It felt more like a storage closet with a table crammed in it most days. It lacked windows, making it feel so dim like a cave. It's why she rarely spent time there.
Except for now. It was late into the night and most workers had gone home for the night. She didn't really want to go home or out on the town. It was all lonely. But at least here she could get a bit of work done in her notebook. But even that was starting to grate on her nerves.
Her gaze flicked up when she heard someone enter the office. Upon seeing the fiery red hair, she smiled wide. It was none other than Reno. They weren't necessarily close or knew each other well, but they were comrades, and she liked his antics and charm.
She closed her notebook then folded her hands over her crossed knees.
"Fancy meeting you here. I figured stepping into the office was the one thing that gave you hives instantly. Or, you're simply a glutton for punishment."
@blitzrod when Reno has had enough of the free range florist
It was a harmless tap from Reno's weapon to move her along that prompted Aerith to swing right around on him. "Next time you gotta press the button to turn it on. Honestly, a boy who can't use his own rod?"
Send "What if they kissed?" | accepting.
@blitzrod asked: What if they kissed? (i just think they'd be fun?? :D)
Though she hadn't realized it at first, their private conversation had been overheard by a hidden individual. Nothing particularly confidential was spoken of, yet.
However ...Reno, unbeknownst, continued on... edging closer and closer to information that was far more sensitive.
In a moment of haste and panic, slender fingers grasped the sides of his exposed collar, tugging him down to her level before pressing lips firmly against his.
Assuming that would be enough to stun him into silence, Cissnei broke the kiss and stepped back.
".....We have an unwanted listener." she whispered.
“ All these flavors, and you choose to be salty. ”
Jae-hyo simply stares back at the senior Turk.
"Hold that thought-" he replies, looking away to fish through the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. He pulls his hand back out, prominently displaying his middle finger, while the opposite comes to cover his lips in a surprised and delighted gasp.
"Ooh, would you look at that? That's for you, you lucky boy!"
