Fixer-Uppers, Sunday
Well, here went nothing, right?
Reno had gone and decided that he needed to get a second job. He couldn't afford to do things like make rent and feed himself and Mako and a duck (stupid duck) on a teacher's wage while sending as much money back to Edge and the WRO as he was. And, on top of that, he'd just needed to start something to keep himself busy, something that he could occupy himself with and kind of zone out on instead of thinking too hard on whatever the shit of the day happened to be.
And it just so happened that he was living with and dating the fine young woman who owned this joint, and Rikku had been good enough to hook him up with a job. All the better for him, he supposed. He had enough mechanical knowhow to repair a chopper under pressure, and he'd helped the Al Bhed make their shitty airship remotely less shitty. He was no Cid friggin' Highwind, but he could do the job. How difficult could it be?
...
Well. It would be much easier if he could just stop staring, slack-jawed, at the sign.
Ramuh help him.
[Fixer-Uppers is open, and I'm flying freeee without the OCD! OCD. Who needs it?]
Reno had gone and decided that he needed to get a second job. He couldn't afford to do things like make rent and feed himself and Mako and a duck (stupid duck) on a teacher's wage while sending as much money back to Edge and the WRO as he was. And, on top of that, he'd just needed to start something to keep himself busy, something that he could occupy himself with and kind of zone out on instead of thinking too hard on whatever the shit of the day happened to be.
And it just so happened that he was living with and dating the fine young woman who owned this joint, and Rikku had been good enough to hook him up with a job. All the better for him, he supposed. He had enough mechanical knowhow to repair a chopper under pressure, and he'd helped the Al Bhed make their shitty airship remotely less shitty. He was no Cid friggin' Highwind, but he could do the job. How difficult could it be?
...
Well. It would be much easier if he could just stop staring, slack-jawed, at the sign.
Ramuh help him.
[Fixer-Uppers is open, and I'm flying freeee without the OCD! OCD. Who needs it?]