finally i have an excuse for this icon again [closed]
Who: Renge Houshakouji [ukidoki_orgasm] & Pip Bernadotte [stolethatkiss]
What: A shooting lesson.
When: After this.
Where: The hanger.
Warnings: Renge is trying to be a man. And Pip is a man.
[Renge seriously wondered just how insane people had to be to go into the slums of the S.S. Thor. It was a dank place, scary if not terrifying, and just the fact that dangerous people - people like Genkaku, Badou...if not Envy - hung around and lived down here had also made her on edge every time she turned a corner.]
[But she'd made it, and procured four packs of cigarettes, two for him as payment, and two - unfiltered - for herself (and, you know, no matter that she'd only intended to put them in her mouth and allow it to remain unlit, the blond had still sprung and gotten the flavored sort. Cherry, even. And with those four cartons in a side bag (it wasn't a purse, or at least wasn't pink), along with one of her own pink handguns and the black piece that Genkaku had provided her back in the gladiator arena, Renge had made her way down to the hanger, their arranged meeting place.]
[She was the smallest bit late - ten minutes or so. But it wasn't too bad, and at least she came bearing the gifts of lung cancer. He couldn't complain too much at that, right?]
[When Renge rounded the corner and caught sight of Pip, she waved and repressed the skip in her step as she made her way over to him.]
What: A shooting lesson.
When: After this.
Where: The hanger.
Warnings: Renge is trying to be a man. And Pip is a man.
[Renge seriously wondered just how insane people had to be to go into the slums of the S.S. Thor. It was a dank place, scary if not terrifying, and just the fact that dangerous people - people like Genkaku, Badou...if not Envy - hung around and lived down here had also made her on edge every time she turned a corner.]
[But she'd made it, and procured four packs of cigarettes, two for him as payment, and two - unfiltered - for herself (and, you know, no matter that she'd only intended to put them in her mouth and allow it to remain unlit, the blond had still sprung and gotten the flavored sort. Cherry, even. And with those four cartons in a side bag (it wasn't a purse, or at least wasn't pink), along with one of her own pink handguns and the black piece that Genkaku had provided her back in the gladiator arena, Renge had made her way down to the hanger, their arranged meeting place.]
[She was the smallest bit late - ten minutes or so. But it wasn't too bad, and at least she came bearing the gifts of lung cancer. He couldn't complain too much at that, right?]
[When Renge rounded the corner and caught sight of Pip, she waved and repressed the skip in her step as she made her way over to him.]