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(I gotta real good feeling) Like there's lightning deep in my bones
Who: Reno, John Doe, ota
What: Dinner, meetings, and general daily whereabouts
When: Shortly after Sebastian's murders, otherwise throughout August
Where: Various!
[ The month of August will see Reno getting a bit more agitated mentally and emotionally. He'll be much more active, and more often seek out company. If someone catches sight of him alone, there will be a restlessness to him. He'll usually be doing any number of things while burying his nose in the network, and sitting still for too long will be difficult. ]
Mornings
[ Most days, Reno can be found either in the gym, at the pool, doing laps on deck, or in/hanging around the enclosure. His days usually begin rather early, as the redhead tries to keep something of a schedule. It's more like trying to keep a flow and rhythm to his days, as he doesn't care for schedules, so the times are very rarely exact.
Most often, he can first be found exercising cardio, endurance, and flexibility, with off-days being given to touch up his combat and strength capabilities. For days he focuses on agility and endurance in the gym, it isn't unusual to see him practicing both men and women's gymnastics! He's quite skilled on the uneven bars, though it may be more inviting to comment on his abilities on the balance beam, as he doesn't struggle so much with feats of flexibility more often seen in women's routines. In fact, that's exactly what he's practicing. If there isn't a fake rock wall in the gym, then feel free to join Reno in lamenting the lack of one while fucking around all annoyed and bored on the rope climb. If there is a fake rock wall, that man will be all the fuck over it. He might have gotten yelled at once or twice to use proper safety equipment if there is a rock wall.
On days he focuses on combat and strength, it's quite easy to slip in as a sparring partner. He makes use of punching bags, wooden dummies, and simple weight training, leaving plenty of opportunity to fuck with any of the equipment while he's using it for a quick hello.
When found in the gym, he usually has a looser fitting top on with leggings and of course a sports cup! Sorry, eye-candy isn't that free.
One might find him at the pool a little less frequently, as he assumes there's chlorine in the water, which fucks with his hair. Given he has to bleach and dye his roots, or touch up his dye every so often, chlorine would make his hair dry and brittle, and fade the dye faster. However, when he is there, he's either doing laps(both with and without weights) or running drills. Most of the time, it includes just throwing a weighted box into the pool with any number of pad and combination locks, of which he tries to unlock as many as possible on a single breath. Sometimes he gets creative with blindfolds. Sometimes he gets bored and just fucks around trying to dive into the center of whatever circular object he can find.
If he's found on deck running laps, he's most often got something else on his mind that he's focusing on. Or he's just Not Feeling It that day, and is doing something just for the sake of still exercising and getting the blood flowing for the day. When running or jogging on deck, Reno usually has a tighter top and fitted shorts. He has enough pectoral muscle for some mild titty jiggle physics! So eat your heart out.
Otherwise, when in the enclosure, he's running much more intense drills, along with some missions he's programmed into the enclosure for himself. If anyone wants to join him for these, feel free to catch him outside the enclosure, and he'll be glad to invite someone along. He can get a bit competitive!
Some days he just can't sleep, so every so often, it's possible to find him at any one of these locations at fuck-off hours, pushing himself...a bit too hard, probably. ]
Brunch/Mid-day
[ While he does eat shortly before his morning workout, he saves breakfast for after. Really, with this man's metabolism, it wouldn't matter anyway. But! Feel free to join him in the dining hall, though he also does often take his food to go.
He much prefers eating out on deck or in the greenhouse. Usually he'll have some sort of book or media player open. Books will most often be puzzle books, and Reno will usually have a piece of paper(whatever puzzle he's trying to do will be traced from the book and onto the paper out of courtesy to others that want to do the puzzle!) and pen or pencil. Lacking these, he's scrolling his communicator mindlessly, or just watching the stars(and other people) go past.
If in the greenhouse, Reno will usually be stretched out on a bench eating, enjoying the light, quiet, and greenery while eating. It's quite likely to find him here, as he'll have recently taken up to helping out to chatter with Aerith.
He's taken a secret little liking to dahlias, and tends to give them more attention than other plants. He finds honeybees kinda cute, actually, but he favors the pond area the most. But the chickens don't seem to like him very much. A lot of the hens will peck at him and yell at him. The goats aren't as bad, but they don't care much for him, either. However, the very relaxed and most patient of the animals don't seem to mind Reno at all. There's no particular reason for this other than he's not that great with animals. He's good at reading and tailoring his body language to humans. Not to animals.
Outside of tending to those duties, he can be found in many places. The library, digging through informational books. The deck, the cantina, laundry, and even the wardrobe. Usually for repairs, adjustments, or small things on his uniforms, but sometimes he'll be there to get new items!
A solid 90% of the time, Reno will be in standard Turk fatigues. If they catch him without his coat on, they'll notice he usually sports a harness, and keeps himself fairly well armed and prepared. Of course, it's possible to notice such under his coat, as well. He keeps his mag-rod holstered therein.
However, should he be caught out of his fatigues, he reflects the typical fashion of Midgar and Edge: industrialism. His particular flavor is urban a little bit cyberpunk, and as always, a little bit flashy. (albeit he doesn't wear heels, there are limits to what this man can do). Other times, he wears really loud and silly things that fit the occasion. He can be a fun customer to capture and dress up. He takes a little sweet-talking and convincing, of course. ]
Afternoon/evening
[ Most days, as his shifts in the kitchen draws near, he'll show up early. Sometimes, now that he's spoken to Sokie, he might help with the end of lunch shifts, but mostly he arrives early to prep for his shift.
Usually he'll be rummaging through inventory(let's be real: Sweeney is hella intimidating, but also pretty tasty eye candy for Reno right now) to grab the things his shift will need for the night's service to set out for all of them, and quite dutifully making sure to leave notes of what he's taken and how much of it.
He'll start inviting friendly CR to join him while he preps for kitchen duty, especially if they were doing something beforehand that he didn't want to interrupt. Jinx, Vincent, Angeal, Alexei, and Aerith will be the ones most often invited(they'll be bribed with free taste tests of whatever he has to prep), but once dinner service begins, he'll shoo them out with a little snack. Others spending time with him may be invited, so feel free to ask or assume.
Steve, Trevor(on his return), and Armand may notice he's particularly chatty, and prefers doing his tasks near by someone else, whereas prior, he didn't seem to really care. Chatting just seems to be an excuse to settle nearby. Should Reno find out about the meetings between Armand and Aerith, he'll be more avoidant of Armand and stick to either Steve or Trevor. ]
Evening/night
[ We free-ballin. Go nuts. Show nuts. Catch him doing his laundry at 3 am in just a pair of pants. Catch him coming out of the enclosure, barely able to stand on his own two feet. Maybe he's just sitting out on the deck smoking a cigarette. ]
What: Dinner, meetings, and general daily whereabouts
When: Shortly after Sebastian's murders, otherwise throughout August
Where: Various!
[ The month of August will see Reno getting a bit more agitated mentally and emotionally. He'll be much more active, and more often seek out company. If someone catches sight of him alone, there will be a restlessness to him. He'll usually be doing any number of things while burying his nose in the network, and sitting still for too long will be difficult. ]
Mornings
[ Most days, Reno can be found either in the gym, at the pool, doing laps on deck, or in/hanging around the enclosure. His days usually begin rather early, as the redhead tries to keep something of a schedule. It's more like trying to keep a flow and rhythm to his days, as he doesn't care for schedules, so the times are very rarely exact.
Most often, he can first be found exercising cardio, endurance, and flexibility, with off-days being given to touch up his combat and strength capabilities. For days he focuses on agility and endurance in the gym, it isn't unusual to see him practicing both men and women's gymnastics! He's quite skilled on the uneven bars, though it may be more inviting to comment on his abilities on the balance beam, as he doesn't struggle so much with feats of flexibility more often seen in women's routines. In fact, that's exactly what he's practicing. If there isn't a fake rock wall in the gym, then feel free to join Reno in lamenting the lack of one while fucking around all annoyed and bored on the rope climb. If there is a fake rock wall, that man will be all the fuck over it. He might have gotten yelled at once or twice to use proper safety equipment if there is a rock wall.
On days he focuses on combat and strength, it's quite easy to slip in as a sparring partner. He makes use of punching bags, wooden dummies, and simple weight training, leaving plenty of opportunity to fuck with any of the equipment while he's using it for a quick hello.
When found in the gym, he usually has a looser fitting top on with leggings and of course a sports cup! Sorry, eye-candy isn't that free.
One might find him at the pool a little less frequently, as he assumes there's chlorine in the water, which fucks with his hair. Given he has to bleach and dye his roots, or touch up his dye every so often, chlorine would make his hair dry and brittle, and fade the dye faster. However, when he is there, he's either doing laps(both with and without weights) or running drills. Most of the time, it includes just throwing a weighted box into the pool with any number of pad and combination locks, of which he tries to unlock as many as possible on a single breath. Sometimes he gets creative with blindfolds. Sometimes he gets bored and just fucks around trying to dive into the center of whatever circular object he can find.
If he's found on deck running laps, he's most often got something else on his mind that he's focusing on. Or he's just Not Feeling It that day, and is doing something just for the sake of still exercising and getting the blood flowing for the day. When running or jogging on deck, Reno usually has a tighter top and fitted shorts. He has enough pectoral muscle for some mild titty jiggle physics! So eat your heart out.
Otherwise, when in the enclosure, he's running much more intense drills, along with some missions he's programmed into the enclosure for himself. If anyone wants to join him for these, feel free to catch him outside the enclosure, and he'll be glad to invite someone along. He can get a bit competitive!
Some days he just can't sleep, so every so often, it's possible to find him at any one of these locations at fuck-off hours, pushing himself...a bit too hard, probably. ]
Brunch/Mid-day
[ While he does eat shortly before his morning workout, he saves breakfast for after. Really, with this man's metabolism, it wouldn't matter anyway. But! Feel free to join him in the dining hall, though he also does often take his food to go.
He much prefers eating out on deck or in the greenhouse. Usually he'll have some sort of book or media player open. Books will most often be puzzle books, and Reno will usually have a piece of paper(whatever puzzle he's trying to do will be traced from the book and onto the paper out of courtesy to others that want to do the puzzle!) and pen or pencil. Lacking these, he's scrolling his communicator mindlessly, or just watching the stars(and other people) go past.
If in the greenhouse, Reno will usually be stretched out on a bench eating, enjoying the light, quiet, and greenery while eating. It's quite likely to find him here, as he'll have recently taken up to helping out to chatter with Aerith.
He's taken a secret little liking to dahlias, and tends to give them more attention than other plants. He finds honeybees kinda cute, actually, but he favors the pond area the most. But the chickens don't seem to like him very much. A lot of the hens will peck at him and yell at him. The goats aren't as bad, but they don't care much for him, either. However, the very relaxed and most patient of the animals don't seem to mind Reno at all. There's no particular reason for this other than he's not that great with animals. He's good at reading and tailoring his body language to humans. Not to animals.
Outside of tending to those duties, he can be found in many places. The library, digging through informational books. The deck, the cantina, laundry, and even the wardrobe. Usually for repairs, adjustments, or small things on his uniforms, but sometimes he'll be there to get new items!
A solid 90% of the time, Reno will be in standard Turk fatigues. If they catch him without his coat on, they'll notice he usually sports a harness, and keeps himself fairly well armed and prepared. Of course, it's possible to notice such under his coat, as well. He keeps his mag-rod holstered therein.
However, should he be caught out of his fatigues, he reflects the typical fashion of Midgar and Edge: industrialism. His particular flavor is urban a little bit cyberpunk, and as always, a little bit flashy. (albeit he doesn't wear heels, there are limits to what this man can do). Other times, he wears really loud and silly things that fit the occasion. He can be a fun customer to capture and dress up. He takes a little sweet-talking and convincing, of course. ]
Afternoon/evening
[ Most days, as his shifts in the kitchen draws near, he'll show up early. Sometimes, now that he's spoken to Sokie, he might help with the end of lunch shifts, but mostly he arrives early to prep for his shift.
Usually he'll be rummaging through inventory(let's be real: Sweeney is hella intimidating, but also pretty tasty eye candy for Reno right now) to grab the things his shift will need for the night's service to set out for all of them, and quite dutifully making sure to leave notes of what he's taken and how much of it.
He'll start inviting friendly CR to join him while he preps for kitchen duty, especially if they were doing something beforehand that he didn't want to interrupt. Jinx, Vincent, Angeal, Alexei, and Aerith will be the ones most often invited(they'll be bribed with free taste tests of whatever he has to prep), but once dinner service begins, he'll shoo them out with a little snack. Others spending time with him may be invited, so feel free to ask or assume.
Steve, Trevor(on his return), and Armand may notice he's particularly chatty, and prefers doing his tasks near by someone else, whereas prior, he didn't seem to really care. Chatting just seems to be an excuse to settle nearby. Should Reno find out about the meetings between Armand and Aerith, he'll be more avoidant of Armand and stick to either Steve or Trevor. ]
Evening/night
[ We free-ballin. Go nuts. Show nuts. Catch him doing his laundry at 3 am in just a pair of pants. Catch him coming out of the enclosure, barely able to stand on his own two feet. Maybe he's just sitting out on the deck smoking a cigarette. ]
Dinner with John Doe
He was certain John could put two-and-two together on that front, but he was forward enough to state he wanted to ask about that sometime during their dinner date--and, yes, he certainly called it a dinner date. Just to be a cheeky thing.
Once a date and time was agreed upon, Reno was fashionably on-time, and gave a polite heads up when he was even on the way. What a good boy. His subsequent arrival to wherever John proposed they meet came as no surprise. ]
Fancy seein' you here.
Re: Dinner with John Doe
For what it's worth, John is a large man, just a touch larger than life, broad shoulder and working muscle and solid. He wears today's suit, a deep sapphire purple, more like a gangster than a business man (given a lot of his style was learned from Pagan Min of all people) with the resultant skin showing hints of arcane marks here or there, two hard to miss: what looks very much like a broken crown on the side of his neck and his left pinky which appears to be half covered in stars. He favors a few pieces of jewelry, including two bracelets and an earring, and he's skipped the makeup today. Shot through the dark blond is strands that look much closer to actual gold and the freckles under his one eye look more like gold than anything else. The eyes themselves are clearly inhuman: molten gold that shifts a little in the light.
...all of this is a bit at odds with the demeanor of a golden retriever he's got going on, but that's what you're working with.
He looks confused for a second at the greeting, then works through it as he nods. Then looks a little worried for a moment.]
...this is where we're meeting, yes?
[ It's a spot in the gardens and low and behold, in one hand, is in fact a picnic basket. ]
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After a moment, it was actually easy to set aside the little buzz of alarm that went down his spine. With the curious response given, Reno's brows raised as he realized that perhaps this person didn't understand the turn-of-phrase.
He just huffed with a little laugh and nodded. ]
Yeah, it is. It's meant to be a joke--actin' like I'm surprised to see you when we scheduled a little date.
[ A pleased chirp rolled in his throat on seeing the picnic basket. ]
Need a hand settin' up?
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[ And there's nothing odd or supernatural about the picnic basket or the food: it's just what he'd expect. He made a few courses, all in their own little tupperware containers to keep. The blanket, it turns out, is actually the 'top' of the basket. He'll lay it out before putting the basket down and sitting. ]
Thank you for explaining.
[ He means that. And he smiles when he says it. Don't worry; he'll remember for next time. It was very charming. ]
How have you been?
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It was cute. Aerith would like this. ]
No problem. I'm starting to get used to keeping an eye out if I have to explain something.
[ His turn-of-phrases weren't common to other worlds, and Reno in particular could slide more street slang in than other Turks. He waited a moment, but as John's hands cleared the basket, Reno would in turn take something out to gently set down, himself. ]
Hmm..adjusting. I'm used to being way busier than this. With more to do. It was nice for a couple weeks, but I'm getting bored outta my mind. What about you? I know you've had your hands full.
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Reno accidentally quoting Jean Luc Picard out here.
Re: Reno accidentally quoting Jean Luc Picard out here.
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Afternoon/Evening
That's all right if Reno talks enough for the two of them. Trevor doesn't mind so long as he doesn't take it as his personal mission to get Trevor to laugh or break or tease him too much. He'd expected to be irritated at Reno's voice after a while, but somehow it comes off as more soothing than anything. Like easy background noise, after a while, a sort of circadian buzz around his head, blocking out the pointlessness, the black pit where his heart no longer beats.
He stands at his station, peeling vegetables or stirring pasta or frying things in oil or washing dishes and tries very hard to lose himself in the rhythm of this strange purgatory.
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Subjects vary between topical things at the barge, usually anything of interest worth gossipping about(a useful way to keep up with things going on over the network without having to check the network), bitching about getting stuck on a puzzle or task, mundane things like pulled muscles, to various related things from home, such as some of the stupid pranks and hazing him and other young Turks got up to teasing the SOLDIER division with, or superficial anecdotes about some of the other Turks, as well(though, oddly, he dances around anything that might mention Rude, so it wasn't a name that came up very often). Other times, Reno was just as content to work in silence. It was just nice having Trevor to hover around.
Reno wasn't oblivious, either, to Trevor's demeanor. It struck him as dissociative, though he well enough picked up on the hint that it wasn't something Trevor wanted to talk about, so he didn't push. As long as there was no sudden spiraling out, it didn't need to be pushed.
Every so often, though, he would still break routine with a little bit of mischief as was simply part of his nature. An awful pun here, or a dick joke there. Handing him oven mitts shaped like cat paws. Once or twice hitting him with 'I got a snackie for daddy' like an absolute steel chair to the back of Trevor's head while offering him a nice fruit smoothie to stay hydrated with.
If he had a guest for the night hanging nearby as they worked, he'd sometimes still hover near Trevor while chattering to them, instead, and be a literal weight on his shoulder, resting an arm thereon. Just to include him.
Sorry Trevor, Reno likes you and it's your problem now. ]
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If Reno was hoping to goad him to reaction, he's mostly going to be disappointed. The oven mitts are taken, used, and given back. The 'daddy' comments get a slight quirk of his brow before he takes a sip and sets the smoothie back for alcohol to be added to it later. He puts up with touching to a point, allowing Reno to hang off him for a few moments before murmuring about needing his arms to cook with and shrugging him gently off. He's not in a mood where he wants to be an asshole to the undeserving, and Reno isn't the kind of person who's ever put his teeth on edge, not like half the ship.]
Evening
[Ekko happened to be nearby when Reno stumbles out of the enclosure, and he manages to move just fast enough to stop the man from outright faceplanting.
He's definitely looking much improved from how he was immediately after the murder, and it says something that at only 5'6", he doesn't strain too much with supporting Reno's weight for a few moments.
A light tease comes from Ekko:]
You seem like you had fun.
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To the enclosure it had been, doing his best not to think about how he'd been slipping inside more often as of late.
It took quite a bit to wear a Turk down enough that he almost collapsed therein and knocked the fuck out to just sleep. It left him leaning against the wall by the control panel, drenched in sweat with bruises peeking out from under the open buttons of his blouse. He'd opened the door and spilled out into the hallway with a grunt, but instead of tottering across the floor, arms caught him. They were wiry and thin, and he was too close to the ground, but they were still sturdy and dark-skinned.
The voice was wrong, but when he was too tired to make himself think straight enough, he could hear anything he wanted to.
He huffed with a barely-there laugh, not even opening his eyes. ]
Yeah, you know me.
[ Reno stopped bothering with trying to hold his own weight. There was no need to, now. Rude had him. ]
Just get us home.
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Well, not like Ekko had a leg to stand on. He was just as guilty of the work-yourself-to-distract routine... and of the clearly-not-getting-enough-sleep gang to the point of struggling to get a firm grasp on reality.]
Geez, you really gonna make me carry you?
[Who was he getting confused with that could just carry a fully grown man like it was no problem?
If it were anyone other than Reno, he'd kick up way more fuss about it - but he owes the guy. So, toughing it out it is. Good thing he'd been doing his own fair share of working out at the gym.
He shifts to more effectively take his weight.]
Alright, c'mon, you big baby.
[Also good thing that there are elevators, and that he remembers where Reno's room is. And once they're in the elevator, Ekko can also lean on the wall while he waits for it to take them down.]
🥺 ekko is the goodest boy
Fine, alright? Next round's on me then.
[ He's at least smart enough to move with however Ekko was maneuvering and make it easier to carry him. And, luckily, Reno was light enough for a grown-ass man.
The tease made his lips laze into a toothy grin, and as his head drooped to lull to one side, he fished around in his coat. ]
That's princess baby to you--
[ There was a slight slur to his words, but clearly just from exhaustion. ]
And sorry 'bout your glasses, yo. I got ya.
[ A sleek pair of shades were produced from his coat as Ekko waited with them for the elevator. ]
wow he's just returning a favor huffhuff!!
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dinner shift
How's the grand plan for hot pot coming along?
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Probably smooch his boyfriend or something. ]
Good, actually. Gotta shoot out a network post tonight about it. Sweeney needs a rough headcount to figure out if we can swing it.
[ After dicing up some vegetables to scoot aside: ]
'Found out Sam's in a barge coma when I went to go pick up Vash, so we'll probably just use the enclosure for the setup.
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[But he probably will.]
That makes sense. [He considers, then adds,] We might want to have seats close to the exit; I know some people don't love being in there. We can't help it if that's where it's got to be, but at least they'll be able to keep an eye on the door.
[He pauses, then adds,] How is Vash doing?
[He's not the only inmate Steve is currently worried about, but it is the easiest segue.]
deck
... Just how much energy does that guy have?
The fifth time he goes by the man who has had his back to the deck the entire time he's been circling it, he'll find that Verso has turned around. He's not really interested in the eye candy aspect, but at least he's doing something that isn't listlessly staring into space.]
Are you worried it's going to catch you if you stop?
flies in with the people's elbow on your muse
By the fifth pass, he'd pause, leaning over a bit with his hands on his thighs as he did so. Once he registered what the other had said, he snorted with a laugh. ]
Yeah, and I'm not looking to have my ass beat or my lunch money taken. Frankly I was hoping it'd take you, instead.
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Mm. I don't think much of my chances.
[Can't even see it!]
You might be in luck.
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Good news, that luck might be rubbing off. I think I lost it after the last lap.
[ He bobbed his head towards the other, continuing with the little game. ]
You can even go check if you wanna.
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He excused himself a moment from the blond, ducking under the frame, and left the door ajar behind him. He didn't have to bend over quite as much as the tall Stampede, but he did still have to stoop over. He did, keeping to some tradition he knew nothing about, bump his head on one of the crossbeams with a grunt. ]
Ah--fuck.
[ He rubbed the spot, but waved at Tendi, none the less. ]
Hey. It'd be pretty cozy in here if it wasn't trying to take my head off. You got down here quick though.
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[Tendi winces in sympathy, pulling one of the too-small chairs out in case he wants to sit. It won't be comfortable, either, but at least it'll save his head.]
Bag End isn't really built for tall people. But I've been staying here. Florian twisted my arm about "taking time" to "recover from almost dying."
mid-day - greenhouse!
When he spots the Turk today, he deliberately heads over there, instead. He's carrying two enormous, heavy bags of mulch up on his shoulder, and while it's not as effortless as it would be at home, it's not exactly difficult, either.
As Cloud approaches, he sees a bunch of chickens harassing Reno, and he has to admit he's glad he didn't miss this. Because it's pretty damn funny.
When he speaks up, though, his tone is entirely deadpan.]
Looks like the chickens got your number.
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When Cloud approached, he raised a brow, only to quickly tear himself away with a hiss when one chicken pinched some of the delicate skin at the back of his knee through his pants, and bounced through the pen to hurry out and lean against the door. Sweet relief. ]
Fuckin' shitbirds-- You'd think I owed them money or something.
[ He'd swing his leg towards the pen's door after he'd put some distance between it and himself, pointedly avoiding actually hitting the frame of the door in the process. ]
Anyway, what's up, blondie?
you don't know how hard it was not to write "arm-egg-geddon, if you will"
Once Reno is free from the chicken apocalypse, Cloud crouches to carefully set the bags of mulch down, then stands and folds his arms to regard the Turk.]
Had a chat with Vash the other day.
[He figures Reno will know what it was about.]
hey turn on ur location I just want to talk i'm not gonna send 10,000 bees to u or anything
He folded his arms across his chest as they spoke, shoulders rolling back to hang lax as his weight hung onto one leg. His head tipped lazily to one side, not showing much surprise or ire in either the conversation itself, nor whom he was speaking with. ]
Glad to see he ain't bad about doing his homework. So how'd it go?
[ He knew. ]
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