[Open-ish RP]
[Where] Shin-Ra Cafeteria.
[Who] Reno and any Shin-Ra employees.
[When] Midday.
[What] Reno being... well, Reno. XD. Hungover and hungry.
[Warnings] Language. Angst, maybe.
The sound it made when it hit the corner of the table... well... reminded him of something.
It was becoming a rather common sight nowadays. The scruffy fiery-haired urchin of a Turk crawling into work at about twelve or one in the afternoon, a pair of sunglasses that had been stolen directly from his partner's desk perched on his nose to hide his eyes, tucking into whatever the hell the cafeteria were calling 'lunch' today... be it cold manky soup, noodles that all stuck together, or bread so hard he may as well have been biting bit chunks off his nightstick.
With a thoughtful thunk of the bread against the edge of the table again, Reno nodded with a, "Ahhhhh..." of realization. His nightstick smashing into someone's skull. That's what that noise reminded him of.
[Who] Reno and any Shin-Ra employees.
[When] Midday.
[What] Reno being... well, Reno. XD. Hungover and hungry.
[Warnings] Language. Angst, maybe.
The sound it made when it hit the corner of the table... well... reminded him of something.
It was becoming a rather common sight nowadays. The scruffy fiery-haired urchin of a Turk crawling into work at about twelve or one in the afternoon, a pair of sunglasses that had been stolen directly from his partner's desk perched on his nose to hide his eyes, tucking into whatever the hell the cafeteria were calling 'lunch' today... be it cold manky soup, noodles that all stuck together, or bread so hard he may as well have been biting bit chunks off his nightstick.
With a thoughtful thunk of the bread against the edge of the table again, Reno nodded with a, "Ahhhhh..." of realization. His nightstick smashing into someone's skull. That's what that noise reminded him of.