[Not many people had Reno's number. Well, okay, that was a lie. A lot of people had Reno's number, but few people ever truly called it, perhaps because he had a tendency to ramble... But an unexpected call from an unknown number just warrants suspicion, and him answering it silently, nothing but the click of the phone letting the other person know he'd actually picked up.]
Uh-huh... [and that only sounds slightly skeptical. sleep deprived Turk is SLEEPY damnit.] An' who're you? Y'know, that's called bein' polite, try it.
[Always gotta be such a fuckin' asshole, dontcha? he found himself thinking, surprising himself. He had no idea where that had come from. Knowing somehow that Reno would hang up if he got lost in his thoughts and stayed quiet for too long, he cleared his throat nervously.]
[There's a moment of silence on his own end, really nothing more than perhaps a second or two, but that've sent the gears spinning. It sounded like Rod, but... The smirk was clearly audible in his voice.]
Hey, rookie, what the fuck took you so damn long?
[Sorry?! Who says sorry?! Hopefully.. the rookie just might snap him out of it, as well as the asshole voice. Definitely a test.]
Took me so long..? [He echoed Reno's words quietly, unsure how he was supposed to answer.]
I... [Anger flared in him abruptly. Something about the smug tone made his headache from yesterday returning full force. He gave a short huff, sounding irritated.]
Look, buddy, I toldya my name. I think I got like, mugged or somethin', 'cause I can't remember much, but I'm havin' a god damned helluva time, so d'you fuckin' know me or not?
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Uh-huh... [and that only sounds slightly skeptical. sleep deprived Turk is SLEEPY damnit.] An' who're you? Y'know, that's called bein' polite, try it.
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Oh. Uh, yeah. Sorry. My name. It's uh...Rod. Rodney. ...I guess.
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Hey, rookie, what the fuck took you so damn long?
[Sorry?! Who says sorry?! Hopefully.. the rookie just might snap him out of it, as well as the asshole voice. Definitely a test.]
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I... [Anger flared in him abruptly. Something about the smug tone made his headache from yesterday returning full force. He gave a short huff, sounding irritated.]
Look, buddy, I toldya my name. I think I got like, mugged or somethin', 'cause I can't remember much, but I'm havin' a god damned helluva time, so d'you fuckin' know me or not?
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