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Characters: Rude, Reno and Tseng (Elena if she's in Treno?)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Rude comes home and gets debriefed on the situation
Location: Treno
Date: March 1804
Warnings: Ffff. Reno.


Okay, so maybe the grin hadn't gone away and Reno's face was starting to hurt, but Rude was back and even though it wasn't home, at least they were all together again. Things could go back to almost normal, though the issues of how close he and Rude would be could be explored later. Much later. It was fine with Reno if they stayed as nothing more than friends because at least he knew what would happen if they became more. Rude was right the last time he was here. If they didn't do it then, they'd always wonder and, yeah, he would've always wondered. But now he knew. Even if Rude didn't remember, he knew what it was like and that was all that really mattered. He was more than comfortable with just going with whatever flow they would follow.

Hands shoved deep in the pockets of the baggy black pants he'd bought in Dollet, Reno had a white shirt on and a black coat because, even if it was March, it was still damn cold in Treno thanks to it never seeing sunlight.

Yawning, Reno shivered a little as a breeze blew by, a smirk on his face as he headed into the hangar, his weirdly bright blue eyes searching the crowds for a certain over-sized bear of a man. There were still airships waiting to come in though, so maybe he was on one of those.

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[cyke.livejournal.com]

Even Rude had trouble maintaining a straight face with the way Reno took the bait. He pulled it off, of course, because he's Rude. Why not let the red head squirm a little longer, right? Reno should be able to discern for himself that Rude wasn't serious after the cat in question climbed up into his lap. The corner of Rude's mouth curled up into the slightest of smirks as he looked over the unlikely duo.

"Friend of yours?"

[flyboy-red.livejournal.com]

"Jackass," he muttered under his breath once he saw that smirk, scooping Puss from the table and cuddling him, bending one knee up to keep himself balanced on the chair. "He's my new partner, since you're a jerk." He didn't mean that. He never meant it when it was in casual conversation like this. Reno only ever meant insults to Rude when they were angry at each other. Not that he was going to tell him about their last argument.

That had caused far too many trust issues between them both and nothing had been the same after it.

Holding the cat out at Rude, Reno grinned. "You have to get used to him. He's sticking around since we found him-- I mean... since I found him in that alleyway..." Yeah, smart, Reno. Tell Rude you found him after being pinned against a wall, after a makeout session. Genius.

[cyke.livejournal.com]

New pet, huh? Could have been worse--Reno could have adopted a child and signed Rude up as a surrogate father. Rude took the cat, giving it a once over as he held it at a distance, before deciding that it past the test, and stroking it behind the ears as he held it closer.

"Doesn't look like he can put up much of a fight." Yeah, he'd caught on to the whole back-peddling, but he wouldn't push the issue. It was obvious that Reno wasn't giving him the whole story for whatever reason. It wasn't like him to hold back, so whatever it was, Rude figured he'd give him space.

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"Ha! That bastard has given me more scars since I got him than I've had my entire life." Reno pushed himself from the chair, glad that Rude was cool with the cat being around, and flopped himself onto the bed, rolling over to the side furthest away from the door. Rummaging under the pillow, Reno pulled out a book. Yes, a book. He can read, contrary to popular belief.

Flipping it open, at the page he'd left off at, Reno yawned a little. "Make yourself at home, partner. Puss ain't going nowhere and Tseng is probably out doing stuff for the President."

[cyke.livejournal.com]

"You should be sleeping." Direct? Rude? Pfft. You had to be when dealing with Reno more often than not. If left to his own devices, Reno would probably sooner collapse for not taking care of himself. Rude noticed his exhausted over the phone. Like it or not, Reno was going to get some sleep.

"Don't make me sic the cat on you," he added, seating himself at the edge of the bed, and facing the feline in question toward Reno as if to warn him that he meant business. In all seriousness, though, he'd snatch the book away if he had to. Reno should have known that he really didn't have a choice in the matter when Rude got this adamant about something.

[flyboy-red.livejournal.com]

"I'm not tired, I just ache a lot." Reno frowned at Rude for using the cat as a weapon because, yeah, Puss was a nasty kitty when he wanted to be. "If I sleep, I just get stiff and it hurts more then." It was probably his own fault for exherting way too much effort in destroying everything he could destroy in his and Rude's old room at the inn. Even the split on his lip wasn't fully healed yet, but Reno hadn't made a point of showing it to Rude.

He wasn't going to just give in, even if he knew he didn't have a choice when Rude got so serious about things. Sure, Rude was serious most of the time anyway, but there were different levels to his seriousness and linefacing. Reno, oddly enough, was probably the only person to read him well enough.