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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 15:25:02 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane gave a shrug and nodded at Reno's mention of a woman's more special assets. He could understand one's fondness for them. They were always a striking sight and something that caught the attention, but that was because he was taught how important and beautiful they were! He did not have that attaching experience or knowledge of the great life that springs from them, but his brothers would be sure to let him know, every day, the fortune he missed go by each day.
At Reno's cooing the boy would wave a hand to shoo him off. He was not really annoyed, but it was another learned response thanks to his status as the youngest one in the gang. It was not his fault the thoughts really caused him to fluster.
"Piss off." He complained, but not harshly. A half-hearted complaint like that showed he really was not offended, just without a good comeback for the time being.
When Reno began to vehemently deny having any relations with the woman, he could not help but laught out at the response, karma cycling back rather quickly! He really sounded like a jilted ex-lover. The thief put his gloved hand to his face to stifle his laughter, though it was not covered up very well. The boy could feel the drink warming his insides and dulling his mind from the sharper senses that plagued him. Being aware of everything around you all the time could be exhasutig, even if ht was considered to be a second nature. The male gave a smirk.
"What did ya lose your...." He motioned his hand smugly at Reno, suggesting Scarlet took something quite irreplaceable.
He could not help but snort at the idea. Reno questioned his motives. They really were not all that shady, but questionable at the least. The manner in which the two drinkers worded things would sound awfully un-child friendly if heard by an outside party. One could easily feel sorry for the bartender in that case. The things coming from these two could certainly turn ears of even sailor's red.
"Well any sorta ride. One over the ocean, one over the city. I've never been on one." At least in this world. "I was pretty curious because it reminds me a lot like the one I have seen before." Yeah the one he owned.
Invincible was an impressive Airship, far beyond his Gaia's technology, but nothing like the living Airship: Ark. These metal airships were interesting for the same reason. It was a new idea that he hoped to take back home.
"I was gunna trade her for some work, I'm stronger than I look you know!" but there was a lie some where in there. He was originally going to trade some really inciting info.
The woman was intrigued by the idea of someone knowing something she did not! And the boy could surely convince others he knew somethnig they likely did not. He was interesting enough to seem like the sort to wriggle around the information highway, and hanging out around old sailors, rumros were quite strong.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 16:51:20 GMT -5
it was no secret Reno liked women. It was a fact he cultivated with care and joy. It wasn't that he was ashamed of finding men attractive and indulging in that desire, it was just...it didn't go with the image he wanted. He wanted the image of a womaniser, he did not want any kind of implied or otherwise weakness The activities involved in heterosexual loving were different that that of the homosexual kind and thus presented him in a stonger and more controlling light. He could not afford to have anyone disapparage his masculinity or imply he was weak for liking a certain thing in the bedroom. That being said, he may have started a rumour about a certain kink but most people just cringed and said he should keep some things to himself. NOw if that involved a man...well it was different. Reno wasn't sure why or how, but it certainly ws to the people in power. Mind you, they could make a story out of anything or make a huge thing go away. Sometimes he didn't know why he worried about it but it was a concern nonetheless. He guessed by now it was jut an old habit. He wasn't establishing himself anymore. It didn't really matter. Being second in command of the Turks meant he had a lot of leeway. Well, as much as Tseng and Rufus were willing ot give him.
Reno grinned and stuck his tongue out at Zidane's childish antics. Oh he'd let him have this one he supposed. There was no way such a thing would have stopped Reno unless he allowed it. The redhead was like a doberman: violent, determined, possessive and ruthless. He would stop at nothing to obtain his goal. No really. There were preferred methods but Reno was less uninclined to go out of his comfort zone than the others. You could say, well the other Turks would anyway, that he lived out of his comfort zone. He liked being on edge and slightly crazy. Who wanted to be nicey nice anyways? NOt him! he wanted danger and thrill and the occasional beer and crisp fest back at his flat with his feet up and the gun next to him. Hey, he might be drunk but self defence was always circling his mind.
Reno's jaw dropped. Eyes wide, mouth open and utterly scandalised/horrified he cupped his precious crotch protectively. "No," he replied disgustedly, offendedly. "Everything works yo," he replied. "Why? Have you been having problems? Require some reassurance do you?" he asked, his expression sliding into a grin. "Ohhh that's why. Mhm. You were looking from some advice you. You know if Scarlet did that to you there's nothing to be ashamed of really. A life of celibacy isn't so bad," he informed him.
Reno didn't know it but he was suspicious. YOu didn't just get airships. They were pretty rare and you had to be pretty rich to get them. Yeah they existed, but the average person didn't have one and his lot didn't sound like they should. Hm. There was something more going on. His gut was telling him he should talk more, listen more and generally attempt to suss this guy out. There were squirrels on the loose and this was an interesting one to chase, he thought. Insides tingly from anticipation. "HOw many airships you been on? I can't say I've been on any myself. Jusssst Heli...helicaptors," he said. "Whoooosh!" he made a tirling motion with his arm, too wide for comfort and smacked someone walking by. "Sorry man," he said not paying attention to him, and not registering his blatant anger of the situation.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2014 10:35:47 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Even if the boy shouldn't be amused by it, he was. Reno was pretty loud and it reminded him of his brothers. They would talk about all manner of crap that would turn a sailor's ears red, but boy would be boys, as it could be excused. The thief could not help but smack at his thigh, seeming to barely balance on the high stool. His fingers were barely clasped around the drink he held, but the fast reactions the boy had were barely slowed down yet. He was pretty pleased getting Reno to squirm. He did not think one could be so picky over a chick. Sure she was older, but she was still a woman! She was a good body type and her-- uh, face was nice to look at! Sure her personality was nowhere near a noble a her manner of dress, but you couldn't save them all! He cheeky grin was enough to show the playful demeanor. None of his words were meant with ill intentions. The boy had no aggression to him, not even a sneer would pass his face meaningfully when Reno said something that would send most into a fury of defensiveness.
When Reno moved to use his own ammo against him, the kid reeled back. His head snapped up as he sat straighter, at least as straight as one possibly could barely buckled against a flimsy stool with one's boots. He was crawling over his third drink. It was no problem as he normally became quite smashed with the gang and became a bit outrageous. Loud singing and wolf whistling at passing ladies while using obscene hand gestures to tempt the weak-kneed types, was always how badly it ever got. But the boy was also an emotional drunk. When he was in a foul and begrudging mood it was not uncommon for the thief to engage in serious moping, or aggressive blaming. It was more often, than not, that these bursts would be met with aggression from his brothers, for his foul mouth would get him into more trouble than what was expected. Fights were most common among the rowdy group.
He did not expect to fight with Reno over a casual drink. It was never that he sought to fight, but he was a healthy and vigorous young man! He was not going to be the weak link among the others.
Reaching back he would scratch at his ass in a crude, sloven manner, shifting so he could reach the itch most appropriately! The boy scoffed and cocked his head up in annoyance at the baseless, and home-hitting, accusations.
“Don't be such a prude! Bet it works better than yers!” He snapped, waving his hand dismissively. “I'll have you know I know all the ladies names back in my town! I know each and every one of them quite intimately.” The boy puffed out his chest and punched his fist against it proudly. “I got a reputation to keep, ya'know.”
If that reputation was to be a loudmouthed, exaggerator than he was doing a good job. Given the age he appeared to be, it seemed a normal thing to want to be in the constant presence of what fed one's sexual appetite, but Zidane's was not as physically hungry as everyone assumed. He responded as any youthful male his age would toward all he found attractive, but he was still raised by a strong hand that would even more strongly beat his ass sorry if he was a lick of disrespectful toward women by ever forcing them to do something they did not wish to do or luring them about like some weasel: touching and groping everywhere he knows he shouldn't be. It was one thing to be a slut and a whole other to be a lowlife predator. Zidane never had such an intimate relationship before. Commitment often turned to sour displeasure with ladies he did not connect with. For one so rough and tumble, running with a gang of thieves, he was pretty soft hearted and kind. It was sure he occasionally annoyed his band brothers with his dual personality. The boy would rob you blind, but still stop to help an old lady onto the Air Cab!
“I have a healthy attachment to my lifestyle, thank ya much.” He snorted in response at the word 'celibacy'. That word prickled the fur of his hidden tail most indefinitely!
When Reno brought up question of his being on an airship, well one could say he has, given that he runs with a troupe. Airships were not easy to hitch a ride on though. Back home you either had to be rich, or have connections. He made sure to always hold a 'iou' or two over Blank's head to get the pilot to take him wherever he damn well pleased with whatever lady he brought about. As was the world of blackmail and coercion. He would down his drink quickly and release a pleased sigh. He gave a cheeky grin at Reno before pursing his lips seriously.
“Well I said earlier I never been one, but just them big ones out in that there Junon,” The boy was quite skilled and weaving a story mixed with truth, lies and believable possibilities. He motioned his empty cup and realized how empty it truly was. For a moment the boy's heart looked truly broken. It could be the alcohol finally working its magic on him. “Only smaller ones, cargo: ya'know? My pops works on one so I do a lot of heavy lifting.” He scrunched up his face in displeasure at the empty cup and slid it away from him for a refill before slumping over the counter: forehead bonking onto the wood.
There was a long silence.
“I'm stronger than I look.” The muffled words came from his arms which surrounded his head as he just lay there, trying to settle that uplifting feeling he was starting to sink into.
He shot back up into a sitting position and took in a sharp breathe. He reached out to Reno, hand a bit shaky as he moved to try and rest his hand on Reno's arm. Zidane tightened his lips into a line, brows furrowing slightly.
“I gotta take a piss...”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2014 16:17:59 GMT -5
You know pretending to be drunk was hard work sometimes but it was good fun too. Everyone was relaxed around a drunk. It was as though they didn't exist. They would speak whatever and whenever they wanted because they wouldn't remember anyway right? It was like drunk people didn't have memories. Reno was rarely so drunk he couldn't control himself or remember where he was or who he was with. Time passing by silently and fluidly wasn't good for a Turk. He could be attacked at any moment. He had to know what was going on just to defend himself, and his partner. He tended not to get completely plastered out of respect for Rude. Besides, the last time he did that Rude left him on the sidewalk being sick.
It was totally deserved but Reno still got him back by hiding his gloves all over ShinRa and hiding from him for the rest of the week (that's how long it took Rude to track them all down). Needless to say he didn't get much work done that week and ended up with a suspicious bruise on his face but it was totally worth it. at least he hadn't hidden his sunglasses. Reno only ever did that if he was really really pissed off. He wasn't about hiding his anger. Oh no. If Reno was raging you'd know about it. His signal to Rude was the glasses.
Reno grinned as the kid reeled back. He had good balance this one. Anyone else would have fallen off the chair he was delicately perched upon by now. You see, if you attack one man's tackle you had to be pretty secure. But people who commented on other people's nether regions usually had issues with their own and well...you should be careful what you say shouldn't you? "Ohhh heeeyyy,!" Reno said waving his arms about in a flailing manner. "Juss caaaaallmm down yo," he said. "You know it don' matta if you tiny," Reno snickered to himself.
"Pffffff," Reno said half blowing a raspberry at Zidane. The kid was just blustering now. "Your making that up," he told him not believing his story. Tell you what though, the kid's accent was odd. Reno was having trouble placing where he was from - not even a general region. He sure didn't sound like he was from Costa. He sure was a puzzle. "If you had, you wouldn' havta blab about it," he informed him. "Me?" he asked innocently. "I don't kiss and tell," he wagged a finger for effect.
Wobbling dramatically on the stool as he leaned back Reno flailed for balance. "Whoa," he muttered as he straightened, shaking his head. "Nothin' ta see here!" he exclaimed arms raised up to the ceiling. "It's aaaall gooodd,"
Reno was still suspicious about this airship business. Poeple didn't just have airships. It wasn't adding up but he didn't know why. Coming out had asking would make the kid bolt - hell it would make anyone bolt. He was hoping remaining 'drunk' would keep the guy loose and more likely to talk. The casual exchanges between intoxicated partners, while not necessarily entirely truthful were indeed useful. The trick was determining what was an exaggerated embellishment and what was actually fact. Sometimes it was impossible but it had worked well for Reno in the past.
"Oh hey," h said. "It's...just that way," he pointed in the vague direction of the toilets. "Stand in the middle one," he said then realised the other guy was still there . "Come on dude, I said I waz sorry,"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 14:47:50 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane was always a happy-go-lucky kid. Even if bad things seemed to crawl around the edges of his home world and darkness trailing around in the shapes of ravenous shadows, you could always make things work out for the better, so long as you were strong. Physical strength certainly helped make the point, but if you lacked the will of heart to go on than what did it mean? He had lost heart many times in the past, but he had his friends by his side. Without the gentle urging of his comrades he was sure to have given up, afraid to have failed them. Reno's comments certainly made the thief suspect that Reno had to be one of his brothers in disguise! The young rogue pulled his lip up slightly as he raised his head. Reno tried to call his bluff. No way in hell would he stand for that.... not that he really could stand much anymore. At Reno's derogatory accusation of being small the boy huffed and looked away.
“You startin' to sound like my damn brothers!” He accused. “Always refusing my truth, taking your own. If you don't kiss and tell it's just as shady. I can at least name and point out each girl!” He assured that his side of the story was truth.
Zidane hated when they did that. He made a grand proclamation of an accomplishment that was probably, complete and utter crap, but even still he would weave his story with the passion that it was nothing but saintly truth! He exaggerated plenty, but there was always bits of truths to his story. Any good actor knew how to keep an audience's attention. His brother would go on and tell him he was, straight up, full of shit and send him off. To think, they were the older ones! Sure there was a lot of it made up, but the sad truth was he did always remember every girl he has met. He was not sure if it was some egotistical intention, or perhaps it was just that longing deep down in his heart. The longing was gone now, but that need to remain by the side of the one he deeply cared about always remained.
There was a faint touch of regret for leaving her alone again. The regret would be washed away with another down of his drink.
That aside he was still appreciative of being able to travel and see these words. He smiled weakly as Reno tried to calm him down. He could get pretty defensive about his strength. Not that he was proud of it or anything, but he hated being looked down at. He was the youngest of his brothers and was always at the bottom of their food chain. It was not as if they didn't get along, but brothers always fought and made up in intervals. He slid off his seat with ease, letting the empty glass on the counter. He patted Reno's shoulder in thanks for the directions. He had no intent from stealing rom the guy. After all he was his drinking buddy. You didn't rob your drinking buddy. It was bad manners! If anything steal gil from them fairly, by cheating at cards. The young man excused himself, staggering a bit before naturally righting himself with his crisscrossing legs. He would scratch at his backside again, most crudely, before he slunk into the washcloset.
He was a bit baffled by the way they had their plumbing, behind tall stall doors that looked more like a powder room than a toilet. But it was to his advantage, he supposed. Pushing into the closed off stall the bot was able to free his ail from the tight restriction, among other things. He really did have to piss. As he stood facing the wall the young man began to ponder. The echoing tinkle of liquid and the feeling of getting rid of that liquor, helped him sober up a bit. The man really looked out of place. The people he's passed and the fellows he's met did not wear suits like that.
After washing his hands and splashing his face good he made sure to tuck his tail back into his pants and wrap the extra limb around his waist. Buttoning up his pants he looked toward the mirror. He reached up and brushed back his hair a bit. He really hated how he looked so girly. There was nothing wrong with looking nice, or getting free drinks, but sometimes it started fights. He was a scruffy ragamuffin for one reason and one reason only: so he didn't get mistaken for a young girl all the time! But this question of masculinity brought a thought to his mind. The young man curled his head back at the memory and glanced up as the thought seemed to float down from the skies.
What if she...?
The thief soon wandered back out, ordering another drink, seemingly in higher spirits after his droop of hyper activity from the drinks. He hopped back onto the stool with ease and laid his hand on his knee as a bright grin came across his face. Letting it go really cleared one's mind to the thoughts clamoring over one another for dominance.
“Hey... is that your work uniform, what is it you do?” The thief brushed down his own odd clothing.
Though not his usual attire, he was still a bit odd. The dark clothing matched this place well enough. The deep purple, dusty vest was only settled over a sleeveless teeshirt messily tucked in his pants. Said pants were baggy, brown and loose fitting. They were held up by some leather belt decorated with a silver chain, lazily bound to hold up a scabbard. Probably for a gun or bladed weapon. His black boots looked like a worker's boots: scuffed and covered in dried mud at the toes. Around his neck he also seemed to wear a white scarf, hair pulled back in his signature ponytail with a white ribbon. He was rather flamboyantly dressed which could give raise to question his personal choices in relationships, but he could simply be one of those sorts that liked to dress up fancy and oddly to boot!
But why would he suddenly ask about Reno's work? Well something came to mind, and he was curious. So he would sip his drink, as if there was no consequence whether Reno told him this or that. What was he up to? Maybe nothing at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 16:37:14 GMT -5
This kid was amusing. Reno was sure he was young. He didn't seem to be faking it and he didn't seem to have a weariness to his soul yet either. He wans't talking about his age. You could still be innocent and naive at fifty if you managed to lead that kind of life. He had seen kids old at the age of ten, their eyes haunted, hardened by the lives they had had to lead. It was no secret the slums was full of nice guys. But it was full of wise guys too. You had to be careful about who you spoke to and when. It could be difficult to tell sometimes if that kid on the corner was Corneo's lot or if he was someone else's entirely. Reno should know. It was a life he had lived long ago. Now he was ShinRa's but that was OK. Rufus was doing good by them so Reno saw no need for change. But still; Turks first, Shinra second, even if that ShinRa was Rufus. He wasn't so bad once you got to know him, and they certainly had during his stint with Geostigma. Reno had been rather worried he was going to die. Whether the world realised it or not it needed Rufus Shinra around.
Reno smirked. "It's called being a gentleman. I can see you know nothing about that," he said. Of course reno was no gentleman but his backlog of conquests was so long he'd probably never get through it. While it was certainly rumoured to be longer than it was in truth it still had an element of length to it. He saw nothing wrong with a healthy appetite. A guy had needs after all. And his needs were something fun, free and unnattached. Reno wasn't available for long term involved relationships. He'd have to date a Turk for that! No no. He was just a man of the world who sought the pleasures of flesh whenever appropriate and not so much when it wasn't. He had obligations and people to report to. Mind you, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been called in the middle of it. Boy was that a fast way to get slapped (or kneed somewhere precious). Fumbling for your phone instead of a breast was a sure fire way to tick off the ladies (or the gentleman). Any time Reno heard 'got somewhere better to be?' he was ducking out of there so fast he was doing his pants up in the car.
After Zidane left to relieve himself Reno found himself still lumbered with an idiot. "You want somethin' yo?" he asked. He just knew he was gonna havta take out the trash! What was wrong with these people? Didn't they know he wasn't here on business? Why did they have to make it about that all the time? He was a person too. Just because his morals were a little shaky, that didn't mean you had to rag on him all the damn time!
"Yeah. You out my pub. We don't need things like you," the trouble maker groused before pulling a punch on Reno. Being fast Reno dodged the blow and landed a couple himself leaving the guy cold on the ground. Reno sat back up at the bar unbothered. NO one else would be trying anything soon.
When Zidane came back Reno had ordered them both a whisky. Actually it was Reno's second since he had downed the first. He figured he would drink these two this time. He could only pretend not to drink for so long. "Oh this? Hmm," he said. "Security," he said. "Off duty," he added even if that was a lie. there was no such thing as off duty at ShinRa even if Reno did try to argue that on occasion. "What you do?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 23:13:25 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Reno's gruff did not really seem to bother Zidane. The boy has seen the ins and outs of some of the scurviest and foulest folk. Considering the state of his environment, he grew up a lot better than he could have. Perhaps it was the gentle nature of his Boss, or the steel like pain of his beatings that kept the boy in like, but he never felt like he was unwanted or that he had to do more to get what he wanted. It was why he was so nimble and agile. It was his very nature to avoid conflict. If it was too troublesome it was not worth getting yourself killed over it. It was the gang's way. They were all pretty relaxed, but sprinkle a bit of adventure in front of them and they went all out. Though his slums may be been different from Reno's slums, it was hard to imagine one had it worse than the other. Experiences met were overcame with the tools at one's disposal. There was no need to fight an enemy, if you could run from it, but there was also no reason to abandon a friend, because somewhere in the future you would depend on them.
“So is that it?” He noted at Reno's mention of being security.
He was not looking to pry, at least into Reno's private life. The boy seemed to broadly smirk at himself. His fingers came to his chin to grin in the most roguish fashion. His other hand twisted around the brim of his glass as he nimbly raised the glass to take a sip of the primed drink. The sweet burn punctuated his thoughts with a cheerful sigh. This was certainly faith.
“That means you probably work with that cutie I met, she wore a similar uniform, I should come visit you at work man.” It would be so cool to see this world's inner working anyway.
He seems to have come to focus on girls again, his mind always riddled with grand delusions of the attraction of his opposite sex. He was glad he was born a boy that sexually multiplied. It was probably one of his first concerns when he found out his less than tantalizing origins. Was it normal to like girls?! Thank goodness it was, that meant his life chasing skirt was not wasted! He was never going to be bad as old Regent Cid, but it was something to get the blood running on occasion. He clapped his hands together and laughed, his drink already downed and swirling in his belly. Reno's question caused him to look up, that smirk not once fading.
The drunk boy jumped up, which was quite a trick considering he was barely leaning on his stool. He looked to have nearly fallen back but managed to balance on the painfully angled chair. The stool balanced just on the tips of its two legs. The third and fourth being used to hold his feet propped. His display was short lived as he stumbled back, barely managing to land on his wobbly feet. Throwing up his arms, making a display of his painfully bad dismount, he let out a bright laugh.
“An actor!” Zidane offered with a deep, dramatic bow. Raising his head he rubbed at the back of his head. “When I'm not being used as a pack Chocobo for pops, carrying shit around, I'm an understudy to my brother Marcus.” He noted. Marcus, though pretty soft spoken, always had a strong presence as a lead role. He learned his lines well and posed the role of leading hero well considering his size and build. “I got to play the lead once...” He shrugged weakly with a sheepish grin. “But... it was to impress this girl I really... like.” No past tense.
He started to feel a bit embarrassed, but perhaps it was merely the booze? Maybe it was the stress. He reached into his pouch, nearly tripping head over heels on the stool he knocked down. Setting down a handful of gil he motioned his hand for Reno.
“Man, it was cool to talk to you. Name's Zidane... did I say that already? Shit I'm smashed...” The boy would wait if the guy took it or not. “I need to go apologize to my sweetie, I kinda... was a super jerk.” Booze always made him super emotional, more so than he really liked. “Maybe I can come hang at yer place of work.” He moved to shuffle over knocked out bodies, knocked over chairs all without knocking himself out! "Say hi to Cissnei for me... she was a real cutie." He waved his hand and stumbled out the door. "Shit." Off he went.
The gil he left on the counter was certainly gil, but on closer inspection the stamps on the gil were very different. These were certainly not coin printed by Planet....
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 16:58:47 GMT -5
Reno claiming he worked in security wasn't a lie, per say, it just wasn't the whole truth. The best lies were built upon that which held fast under scrutiny. The whole truth was hardly necessary here. The word 'Turk' didn't so much as spook people any more but made their mood turn sour and he wasn't wanting to attract any more attention to himself. Dealing with that man affirmed to the good inhabitants of this semi dive he could look after himself just fine, and probably made them a little sympathetic for his target for he was as still as sharp as a tack. But truth he told he was beginning to get a bit bored. The little guy was good at dodging the issue. Reno was thinking of tailing him next, as far as he could anyway. He was endlessly curious about his involvement with Scarlet.
Reno shrugged. "Yeah," he said. "Bit dull really," he admitted. "S'a lot of waaaaalkin aahbout," he said in an exaggerated tone, making large loose gestures with his hands. When he always smacked Zidane he muttered an 'oops, sorry' which was a little slurred and made a sympathetic wincing face. "A lot of dull nuffin," he muttered to himself sorrowfully. It was true. He was dying for some action these days. When Deepground came calling he hardly had anything to do. Rufus more or less kept them out of it. Oh he was so irritated at that! They could have helped! But it was probably for the best. They were digging up old Shinra secrets not even they knew about. It wouldn't have been well received if the Turks popped up again, out and about. Nor would it have done AVALANCHE any favours to be seen working with them: and the world needed AVALANCHE so ensuring their good popularity was one of their focus points, he guessed. Or something like that. Reno didn't imagine Rufus would mess too much with the only people capable of saving the Planet if danger came at it again. Even he wasn't that fatally ambitious.
"I work with a lot of hot mammas," he gloated, taking a drink from his tumbler. He was curious though, who had Zidane run into? While it was true Reno found most of the Turks attractive - even Tseng with his frowny forehead and his penchant for rules - it was another thing for someone to come out and say it. Reno never would. Normal people didn't want to go near people in sharp suits like them because it reminded them too much of crisp blue suits and he couldn't blame them. Being terrorised by the Turks wasn't a pleasant experience (and he knew that from experience - both sides). They had all lived under the rule of the ShinRa Power Electric Company for too long to forget what it was like to see those figures lurking - or Gaia forbid, standing on your doorstep. Though if they were standing on our doorstep it was probably just to scare you.
Before he knew it the kid was dashing out the door, asking if he could visit him sometime (lies) and saying his sweetie was waiting (more lies). Why the sudden urge to leave? Reno was puzzled as to where it came from. Zidane had been so relaxed and open too (well as open as a liar usually is). This frantic fleeing of the scene seemed rather conspicious. Had he seen someone he didn't like. Reno looked around not dropping the drunk act just yet in case he came whizzing back again. Sliding down from his stool he feigned loosing his footing and slammed his hand down on the counter - right where the Gil was placed. That reminds him, he's got to pay. Shuffling around he dropped his own Gil next to Zidane's and was just about to leave when something strange caught his eye. Zidane's money...it didn't match his own. Scraping a couple off the wooden bar he stared at them curiously. He hadn't seen these before. It was definitely Gil though, but...not...
Pocketing them for later, a conclusion not yet thought of, Reno left the bar whistling. He knew there had been something off about Zidane. Maybe he was from a little further than Junon and Costa Del Sol...
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