"Hiya," she said quickly, and then attempted to see how hard she could squeeze him while still holding a Petey. "I, uh. I was gonna come earlier? But Petey's being all snuggly, 'cause he knows I'm upset? He's good at that. So I didn't. And, uh. Hi. How are you?"
"I was expecting there to be a hole in the ground," she admitted. More like a crater, really. A big one. "I was just trying to get away far enough to trip the switch, and then it was chasing me. Didn't even slow it down."
She set Petey down, reluctantly, trying not to shiver.
He stepped forward again and pulled her into his arms.
"So, we know blowin' 'em up ain't gonna do it," he mumbled, shaking his head a little. "Means there's gotta be another way to get rid of 'em. Still far from over, zoto."
"You'd look away for a second and it was following you," she murmured, burrowing into his chest. "Pointing at you. It must have ... have chased them, run them down, and ..."
He was going to hold her closer, marvel at how having her pressing her face into his chest made him feel like he was somehow making a world of difference, just by standing there and having a chest to burrow into. Kind of made him feel bigger than he really was. Weird, a little.
"Got a postcard from Romeo today," he said, kind-of but not-really changing the topic.
"We will," Reno replied, giving her another squeeze. "... I miss him too. At least he... isn't real unhappy there. Thinkin' about it, it's gotta be... kinda like a vacation for him, yoto. Mexico, take two."
But with more girls with their tits hanging out. And absinthe instead of tequila.
"I wish I could write back," she said softly. "H-he sounds safe, and I want to tell him - I got your letter, I'm good, please take care, all the rest of it. And that I'll ... he asked that I ... m-mail something, if he's not home ... s-soon."
Shivering a little. "What ... did your postcard say?"
"Told me he was enjoyin' the freedom in the air. Asked me to take care of you and Doji." Like Reno wasn't going to anyhow. "Romeo's still Romeo, yo." He nodded toward the picture of the bare-breasted woman on the old postcard sitting on his dresser.
And possibly a mrowl.
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Mrowls that sounded like retarded cat oracles were somewhat more specific.
Reno was trying not to look too insanely relieved as he opened the door to see Rikku and her little cat, too.
"Yo!"
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"Been worse, yo." He looked her over, just to be certain there were no parts missing. Parts were important. "You okay?"
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Petey was wriggling. As he was not fond of being squished.
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Whoa. This was Reno's 'Whoa' face.
He backed off a half-step and motioned for her to come into his room so they could set the cat down and shut the door.
"Those are some freakin' hardcore statues," he mumbled.
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She set Petey down, reluctantly, trying not to shiver.
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"So, we know blowin' 'em up ain't gonna do it," he mumbled, shaking his head a little. "Means there's gotta be another way to get rid of 'em. Still far from over, zoto."
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Don't think about it. Don't. Don't.
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"Got a postcard from Romeo today," he said, kind-of but not-really changing the topic.
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But with more girls with their tits hanging out. And absinthe instead of tequila.
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Shivering a little. "What ... did your postcard say?"
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...
"He's doin' good."
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... Hard.
"Yeah, he sent me that. Guess he met her or her sister or somethin' at the place he's been hangin' around. Mullin Roog or whatever."
Reno had no concept of the French language whatsoever.
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