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braulein replied to your post:Presses a kiss to his forehead
“That’s the only greeting I get?” It’s teasing, of course.
The redhead huffs a tired sigh, thin fingers running themselves through disheveled hair.
“Sorry, Teef.”
He leans in, smiling faintly, and returns her greeting in kind with a gentle peck on the cheek.
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To: Yuffie
keep this between us. i cant say why but we may need to book it to wutai soon. ill keep in touch.
On second thought, maybe he was being too jumpy. So the Send button goes unpressed.
While Tifa and that awful avian are having a stare-down, Reno is still at the bottom of the stairs, only occasionally whining about his aching face and ruined shirt.
"--!" Of course, the tug of his tail feathers caused the bird to poop in defence, though little that did to prevent the feathers from being pulled /out/. Or stop the Turk from falling down the stairs. Taka had unfortunately followed suit, crashing onto Reno's back and bouncing off onto the floor of the bar, squawking angrily as he did so, and waddling back around in a circle to attack the hand that had a bunch of his feathers in their grip. (SMOOTH, REAL SMOOTH.)
Of all the low points in his life, this had to have been one of his lowest.
A cacophony of startled noises, human and bird alike, heralded the entrance of the two now-rivals. Reno only had time to let loose a shocked and disgusted “GOD DAMNIT!” in response to the bird’s defense before his face met its bloody and painful fate against the bar’s freshly-scrubbed hardwood floor.
"Falling down a flight of stairs covered in bird shit" could now crossed off the world’s worst bucket list.
The Turk doesn’t budge. He simply lays there, face down with a fistful of feathers clutched in one hand. A low, pained groan is the only sign that the poor bastard is even still alive.
Yes, excellent idea, Turk. Lunge at the bird. Who quickly darted out of the way, mind you. Angry screeching can be heard as the hawk continues his journey towards the bar - though now he was flapping around frantically to get away from the panicky man instead. If so much as one tail feather was touched--
With a startled yelp, the redheaded Turk loses his balance and begins careening down the stairs.
"SHIT--!!!"
In a panicked attempt to save himself from grievous injury Reno's lean hands flail about and lock onto the first solid thing they come in contact with.
Which, as luck would have it, happens the be the bird's precious tail.
The whistle gets his attention, and Taka stops midway down the stairs to eye the Turk. And then promptly spreads his wings to glide the rest of the way down. (Nice going, Reno.)
Panic mode: Officially engaged. Reno lunges after the hawk, attempting to grab any part of it. Tail, wings, leg, whatever! A few scratches and bites would be worth not having a fucking hawk swooping down on the bar’s patron’s.
"I’ll fuckin’ kill ya! Get. Back. HERE!!"
