Tseng's Apartment, No, Really, Edge

[findingelena]

It was never going to be normal, those mornings when Elena woke up at Tseng's apartment instead of her own. But there were perks. Like the fact that he made much better coffee than she did. Or how much nicer the water pressure was, in his shower.

It meant they got into the office a little later than his usual -- that being dawn if not before --

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[raspberryturk]

Go figure, all that preparation, and Reno had let the battery die on his phone. Which meant, of all things, that he was pulling rounds in person all around freaking Edge. Elena hadn't been at her apartment. Rude hadn't been at his. But then, when Reno went to the office, Rude was there, cowering from the psycho old lady whose wage Reno was paying in exchange for doing Tseng's paperwork. Okay... Still no Tseng. Still no Elena.

This one was a long shot, really. Maybe they were off on a mission or something, but Reno came bearing pretty damn important news, all things considered, and he was going to be damned if they made it all the way to Junon and he still hadn't given Tseng fair warning about this.

So? Here was Reno, at Tseng's door. Knocking.

[turk_mailman]

Tseng was, at heart, a creature of habit. He enjoyed routine. He thrived on order, not chaos.

And so, being Tseng, he had simply incorporated some of the recent changes in his life into a new pattern of order. A new routine. On the nights in which Elena shared his bed, he allowed himself to sleep later, though not by any means late. He awoke first, showered, and set the coffee to brew.

One could have many routines, after all.

The knock at the door was unexpected, a break from his expected morning ritual. He wasted no time answering the door, frown lines creasing his forehead as he took in his (possibly former, though he was going to ignore that) underling, and the somewhat distressed look he presented.

All of that added up to a very basic fact: Reno must have news of the urgent variety.

"Reno," he said. "What has happened?"

[raspberryturk]

"Nothin'?"

... Right, Reno. That was totally what's happened.

"Okay, somethin'. But you gotta promise not to hang me up by my toenails or nothin' here, okay?"

That was an excellent way to start the conversation, yes. This was going well.

[findingelena]

Voices? Here?

In fact, that one sounded like ... Reno.

Fuck.

Elena was going to finish brushing her teeth as quickly as possible and try to make absolutely no noise, in the process. Time to think fast.