"Yeah, yeah," Reno snorted, shaking his head in amusement. "Calm your tits, Iris, I'll show you how it's done."
He was already sauntering toward the claw machine, fishing in one pocket for a few spare coins. Piece of cake. And anyway, the rookie here would have to catch him if she wanted to cut him. He wasn't too terribly concerned.
Yeah, yeah, she was only the second fastest Turk unless she wasted chakra recklessly to match him. Laugh it up, Reno.
She hurried for a few steps to catch up, and thumped on the shoulder, since he'd earned that. But she didn't actually argue with him. "If you fail, you get to buy my drinks tonight."
Not that she drank that much but it was the principal of the thing.
"I'll even make you buy Rosa's."
Not that Rosa drank much either. The girl half of this vacation was kind of fail on the booze scale.
It's okay, Ino and Rosalind. Reno was going to drink enough to make up for the both of you, with a little something extra on the side in case Rude was having a slow night.
"You sure you want the chocobo? There's a mog right there." He was stuffing a few gold coins into the machine even as he spoke, leaning in and eying up the prospects within the big glass cage. "It's wearin' a scarf, see?"
"Pfft, mog," Ino scoffed, as she peered down at her chocobo. It was already hers. He just had to win it for her. She had faith in him. "If I wanted mogs I'd go and play that creepy game that ends with a million mog babies."
She'd played the game. Once.
Never again.
"Chocobos are far superior."
They also didn't have disturbing breeding games about them. Ino figured that was a huge plus, even ignoring the way she was biased in favour of chocobos thanks to Silly
"And don't say I never do nothin' for you, Rookie," Reno snorted, crouching down to get the two stuffed toys, tossing her the bright yellow bird, and tucking the mog under one armpit. "Now we're even, yo."
There was only one Reno who she even vaguely belonged to as a minion and despite the fact that she was probably going to kick that Reno in the balls the next time she saw him, Ino was disinclined to be a proper minion for any other one of him.
"Like that matters," she said, laughing. "You keep that up and one day you'll wake up acting like Tseng."
"I try not to draw too much attention to it," Reno snorted, and then leaned forward to get a better look at whatever was left in the claw game pile. "See? Ain't no way I can be Tseng. He's better'n everyone and he wants to make damn sure we all know it."
Reno had attitude issues and a superiority complex, but they manifested in very different ways. Open-shirt ways, and 'beat on things with sticks' ways, and blowing the occasional raspberry while flipping the bird. Tseng was just... stuffy.
Heh, Rosalind's 'broken phone' syndrome was an inspiration to every Turk. Reno had taken note of that trick and was holding it in reserve for himself for later, himself. He squinted into the machine, seeking out the Flower Prong, and then tried to pick out what thing Ino was talking about next.
"Bald like him? You talkin' about the goblin or the adamantaimai?"
Poor Rude. You looked so much better than the goblin.
He was already sauntering toward the claw machine, fishing in one pocket for a few spare coins. Piece of cake. And anyway, the rookie here would have to catch him if she wanted to cut him. He wasn't too terribly concerned.
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She hurried for a few steps to catch up, and thumped on the shoulder, since he'd earned that. But she didn't actually argue with him. "If you fail, you get to buy my drinks tonight."
Not that she drank that much but it was the principal of the thing.
"I'll even make you buy Rosa's."
Not that Rosa drank much either. The girl half of this vacation was kind of fail on the booze scale.
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"You sure you want the chocobo? There's a mog right there." He was stuffing a few gold coins into the machine even as he spoke, leaning in and eying up the prospects within the big glass cage. "It's wearin' a scarf, see?"
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She'd played the game. Once.
Never again.
"Chocobos are far superior."
They also didn't have disturbing breeding games about them. Ino figured that was a huge plus, even ignoring the way she was biased in favour of chocobos thanks to Silly
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Damn right he was going for the mog. If he positioned the claw just so...
"Ha! Two for one, yo!"
And a chocobo for Ino.
The Saucer HATED it when the Turks came to play.
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"Cute," she decided, and hugged it. "I accept your offering, minion. It appeases me."
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This was an old battle he'd been fighting. But really, Reno wasn't going to let her win so easily.
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"Like that matters," she said, laughing. "You keep that up and one day you'll wake up acting like Tseng."
A beat.
"Please do that, now that I've thought of it."
It would be hilarious.
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That was how that worked, right?
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Reno had attitude issues and a superiority complex, but they manifested in very different ways. Open-shirt ways, and 'beat on things with sticks' ways, and blowing the occasional raspberry while flipping the bird. Tseng was just... stuffy.
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"Not that it does him any good," Ino said gleefully. "He lectured Rosa again 'bout how often her phone breaks. Rosa's a rebel!"
And Ino just rarely used her phone, unless she absolutely had to.
"Is that a flower prong? Can we get that one next? Ooooh! Look at that one! It's bald like Rude!"
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"Bald like him? You talkin' about the goblin or the adamantaimai?"
Poor Rude. You looked so much better than the goblin.
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And Rude wasn't.
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