"You really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?"
-@chocobospikes
Tongue was fully extended and turquoise eyes were glazed over in a slightly bored expression— it was a look Reno wore more often than the average person would expect out of him, out of a Turk. He ceased lapping up the artificially flavoured sweet like he owned it money and was about to use it in lieu of his pointer finger to gesticulate at the chocobo nestling, then decided to crunch on it instead. If only the coconut flavoured lolly was Cloud Strife's finger or head. The redhead ended up using the stick of the lolly to gesticulate at the uptight terrorist before throwing it at his head; he doubted the little stick would hit the mark, but it was funny all the same . . to Reno at the very least.
( ❛ You're mistaking me for someone else clearly. I love the sound of my voice. A better insult would'a been you'd listen to your farts just to hear you talk out of your own ass. ❜ )
Reno jumped from his makeshift pedestal ( the edge of a pile of rubble ) to stand toe-to-toe with a kid who looked like he had never smiled in the entirety of his life. Fucking country bumpkins. Hands were shoved casually into the pockets of his oversized trousers to let his body language do all the talking. Correction, most of the talking. I don't need my hands to put you in your place.
( ❛ Didn't learn much of anything being a SOLDIER reject, eh? ❜ )