Do You Like Waffles?
Characters: Reno, Tseng, Cissnei, and Sephiroth
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Sephiroth is coming to town - but are the Turks on the naughty list?
Location: Lindblum, Theater District
Date: Morning after this post
Warnings: Turks, Sephiroth, and Reno's mouth. Need I say more?
For once, Reno didn't sleep in, nor did he need to be pried out of bed. In fact, he rose pretty damned early - knowing that a certain silver-haired former-General was going to be stopping by. The sun had only had a few minutes to shine directly in the redhead's eyes before he was shuffling around sleepily. A shower and shave later - and dressed in just his boxers and trousers - found him getting a pot of coffee going in hopes to help wake up his coworkers.
One cup was carried up to Tseng's room, and with a gentle knock and call to warn the man he was coming in, and he nudged the door open - offering the mug of warm wake-up juice as a peace offering. "Got coffee ready, and I can make toast without burning it. Anything else might want someone supervising..." he admitted with a sheepish smile. "Figured I'd start early, considering who's coming."
He paused, then flashed a grin and a tip of his head. "Got any requests? I can at least get the stuff ready..." Getting eggs out, or flour out, or whatever else was needed shouldn't exactly lead to blowing up the kitchen, after all. "I'll go make sure that Cissnei's up, too."
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Sephiroth is coming to town - but are the Turks on the naughty list?
Location: Lindblum, Theater District
Date: Morning after this post
Warnings: Turks, Sephiroth, and Reno's mouth. Need I say more?
For once, Reno didn't sleep in, nor did he need to be pried out of bed. In fact, he rose pretty damned early - knowing that a certain silver-haired former-General was going to be stopping by. The sun had only had a few minutes to shine directly in the redhead's eyes before he was shuffling around sleepily. A shower and shave later - and dressed in just his boxers and trousers - found him getting a pot of coffee going in hopes to help wake up his coworkers.
One cup was carried up to Tseng's room, and with a gentle knock and call to warn the man he was coming in, and he nudged the door open - offering the mug of warm wake-up juice as a peace offering. "Got coffee ready, and I can make toast without burning it. Anything else might want someone supervising..." he admitted with a sheepish smile. "Figured I'd start early, considering who's coming."
He paused, then flashed a grin and a tip of his head. "Got any requests? I can at least get the stuff ready..." Getting eggs out, or flour out, or whatever else was needed shouldn't exactly lead to blowing up the kitchen, after all. "I'll go make sure that Cissnei's up, too."