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timeandtides_backup2010-01-20 04:46 am
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Right Here Waiting
Characters: Rude and Reno
Progress: Complete
Summary: Reno needs to apologise...
Location: Treno
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: Reno apologising? ...we'll let you know.
After speaking to Tseng, Reno had sent the cat back into his room and headed off to the bar to spend his time there. Of course, he'd only gotten through two drinks before deciding he had to swallow his pride, man up and go and apologise to Rude properly. He'd said his sorry to Tseng and come out unscathed so maybe it'd be easier with Rude. After all, for all his closeness to the Director, there was always more between him and Rude.
Sighing and finishing his drink, Reno tossed his gil to the barman, gave him a nod and made for the stairs. Once he stood outside their room, the redhead paused. Should I do this...? I could just go back to the bar and let Tseng fix things...
No.
No, that was weak. Just pathetic, even. He was a god damn Turk. Turks didn't run away when things got hard. They got the job done because, damnit, they were Turks. Taking a deep breath, Reno smoothed his hands down his dark grey pants, fixing his black t-shirt (thankfully Dollet had better fashion than anywhere else right now...) before stepping into the room, closing the door and damn well locking it.
Rude wasn't going to run now. Sure, he could beat the man to the door but the lock would slow Rude down as well.
Looking at the bald Turk, Reno took a breath of courage and started; "We need to talk."
Progress: Complete
Summary: Reno needs to apologise...
Location: Treno
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: Reno apologising? ...we'll let you know.
After speaking to Tseng, Reno had sent the cat back into his room and headed off to the bar to spend his time there. Of course, he'd only gotten through two drinks before deciding he had to swallow his pride, man up and go and apologise to Rude properly. He'd said his sorry to Tseng and come out unscathed so maybe it'd be easier with Rude. After all, for all his closeness to the Director, there was always more between him and Rude.
Sighing and finishing his drink, Reno tossed his gil to the barman, gave him a nod and made for the stairs. Once he stood outside their room, the redhead paused. Should I do this...? I could just go back to the bar and let Tseng fix things...
No.
No, that was weak. Just pathetic, even. He was a god damn Turk. Turks didn't run away when things got hard. They got the job done because, damnit, they were Turks. Taking a deep breath, Reno smoothed his hands down his dark grey pants, fixing his black t-shirt (thankfully Dollet had better fashion than anywhere else right now...) before stepping into the room, closing the door and damn well locking it.
Rude wasn't going to run now. Sure, he could beat the man to the door but the lock would slow Rude down as well.
Looking at the bald Turk, Reno took a breath of courage and started; "We need to talk."