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Quality Man Time . Destiny Islands . Open & Complete

Feb 13, 2006 20:36

Since the blonde kid had nicely invited them both into his home, Reno started, well, making himself quite at home. In the place of Tidus, Reno removed himself from the seat and walked over to where the plated had been left out. The redhead snatched one of the plates that Tidus had left, and gestured to Quistis with it, "Guess it's just you and me ( Read more... )

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chasingpeace February 13 2006, 02:27:45 UTC

Things had gone from bad to worse. Quistis rubbed her temple as she moved from the doorway she was standing in to take a chair by the table. She didn't want to spend the night on Destiny Islands, she didn't want to be a guest in someone's home - a someone she hardly knew, at that - and she didn't want to be left alone with this man who insisted on calling her 'Poppet.'

"Man time," she stated dryly. "Are you serious?" As she watched Reno rummage through the kitchen like he owned the place, she realized he was serious. With a sigh, she put an elbow on the table and placed her head on her hand. Tidus was in for a treat when he got back. Maybe he would change his mind about travelling with them after this ( ... )

recalcitrantly February 13 2006, 02:59:56 UTC

“Egh. Well now that you mention it..” Reno had half a mind to start pointing out the lack thereof of some of the more female assets; to get a decent dinner that wasn’t poisoned, he neglected to do so. He could tell that it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t a man because she lacked a few key parts, but it was also pretty obvious she lacked a sense of humor as well. People with bone-dry personalities always gravitated to him and always made things so unpleasant. “Obviously they forgot the chapter about humor in finishing school. Or.. Military school.” The second guess sounded more correct. Grumbling never made anything better, and here he was trying to have a nice time and be relaxed about things.

Good Christ, the way she was acting he would have thought her to be one of those pain in the ass SeeD from back home. The attitude, the snark that he was having to deal with-It was a damned good thing that she wasn’t.

Well, to calm miss Quistis down a little bit maybe they’d have to have a little compromise, “Why don’t you just relax, ( ... )

chasingpeace February 13 2006, 04:35:08 UTC

What was this guy's problem? Quistis almost slammed her fist on the counter. This was getting extremely close to the last straw. She could only take so much of an attitude before cracking. "Look," she said, raising a finger dangerously close to Reno's face. "I didn't chose to be stuck with you. Under other circumstances, I would avoid you like the plague." The last word was a hiss, with eyes only slits. "So here's another news flash for you: I don't enjoy your company.She turned and laid both of her hands flat on the counter, closing her eyes to regain her composure. "You're right," Quistis said quietly. "They don't teach humor in military school. You can't help anyone by cracking a few jokes." A few moments later, she straightened out her back, standing straight, and cleared her throat. "So. Let's just get through tonight, and hope we never have to see each other again ( ... )

recalcitrantly February 13 2006, 05:38:47 UTC

Well, what could he say about that? Any blonde female that just happened upon him in the middle of paradise he’d probably avoid himself to. Instead of being insulted, grumpy, angry or any variation of those negative emotions, the redhead shrugged, “At least you’re honest.” Even if she couldn’t read too deep into it he was making an honest effort to try and be tactful at the moment. Being a stuck-up broad was her own prerogative as well as anything else. Why ever would he not want to meet this wonderful dame again? She was just so charming he could barely contain himself ( ... )

chasingpeace February 14 2006, 03:53:40 UTC

At least you're honest? That was all he had to say? It was disappointing, to say the least. Quistis was (almost evilly) hoping to get a rise out of Reno. Looked like that wasn't going to happen. She'd have to go elsewhere to release the frustration that had built up over the last who-knows-how-long. Oh well. It wouldn't have been fair to take out that rage on this innocent bystander ( ... )

recalcitrantly February 14 2006, 05:24:55 UTC

Most people from way back when would describe Reno as a pretty laid back jackass-and that wasn’t too far off. A lot of the time, things wouldn’t really get to him to the point of being angry. Things that pissed off that of any normal person, he took in such stride. So much so that it usually made other people angry on how much he was relaxed; which seemed to be the case here. Cigarettes were not one of those things that he took lightly. Especially not a Cigarette wasted. That was probably obvious enough as he visibly tensed up and sucked a great amount of air through his teethe, causing that nice hissing effect.

This was a nice gentle reminder that he had nothing against hitting woman.

What the hell was her problem? The redhead hadn’t said boo to her after she snapped and he was getting the verbal backhand for saying nothing. A lecture, even, What the fuck. A lecture. Lecture. Nothing pissed him off more than authority figures that ordered him around without a paycheck or pink-slip. That just didn’t fly. “Why don’t you calm ( ... )

chasingpeace February 14 2006, 17:30:56 UTC

What was that cliché? Something about 'the straw that broke the camel's back?' Yeah, that one. Let's tweak it a little bit for this situation, shall we? Replace 'straw' with 'iron girder' and 'broke the camel's back' with 'crushed every vertebrae that existed in the camel's back," and we might be closer to what Quistis felt at that moment. Her nose twitched in the way that alerted her SeeD comrades to clear out, because Ms. Trepe was about to explode. Unfortunately, this guy didn't know as much.

And she did. A hand was raised and brought straight across Reno's cheek - hard - with a satisfying crack.

"Do you think I want to be like this? That I woke up one morning deciding that I was going to be an ice queen the rest of my life? No. Things happen, things you can't control. And those things change you, whether you like it or not. There is no choice ( ... )

recalcitrantly February 15 2006, 04:42:24 UTC

Oooh, a smack. It probably imprinted a nice hand-shaped red mark on the side of his face, which would go away soon enough. For some reason, he had the sudden urge to just start laughing on the spot. It wasn’t like being slapped was funny or anything like that, but it had been a while since a lady outright slapped him for no reason. Nothing more than a tiny little ding on the mass that was his ego. [He took that slap as a sign of victory that he’d successfully made a point worth getting angry over. It happened in a lifetime.] Instead, Reno passed the urge off, clearing his throat in the form of a cough.

Since Poppet seemed so vigorous about laying her personal history on him, Reno stood and heard out all of her case; all the reasons she gave for her ‘having’ to be the way she was. Truthfully putting any cigarette out on his own flesh would have been more pleasant. The redhead let out an annoyed groan, “All aboard the pity train because your life sucks so much.” Reno tugged the stereotypical non-existing train whistle in the air ( ... )

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