"That's awesome," she smiled, leaning against the doorframe and thinking a hundred things at once. Wondering if this was related to the letter she'd sent. Glad that he was so cheery about having work again. And, okay, worrying about what it meant.
She didn't exactly like him taking missions, even if she had tried like hell to get him work. It was one of those things.
"Do you know ... how long?" she asked. If Tseng needed him back for a couple of months or something like that, she was going to hurt him.
"Can't be that long," Reno replied, and was he bouncing a little? He was totally bouncing a little. He was allowed to bounce. He was positively giddy. "Boss says it's the kinda job I'm gonna have to do a lotta runnin' for. Gettin' back some stolen property or whatever. How long could that possibly take, yo?"
It was possible that Reno did not suspect that the stolen property was going to be running away from him, no.
"You got yourself a dinner date, did you?" Reno raised an eyebrow, and then shoved his checklist out of the way before reaching for a fresh sheet of paper. "I'll draw you a map, yo. My directions ain't worth shit."
Well, they were good directions, really. It was just unfortunate that the only people who could usually read Reno's writing were Tseng, Rude, Reno himself, and pharmacists.
Edmund returned to their room and set down his oilskin bag and hung up his coat. He looked around. "Are you leaving?" There might have been the slightest bit of hopefulness in his voice. It wasn't Reno, it was the idea of a room to himself again.
"Hey, don't get your hopes up like that," Reno replied, smirking up from the list as he scratched 'socks' off of it. What kind of Turk randomly decided to change their socks on the field, anyhow?
A clean one, that was what kind.
"I'm just headed out for a little bit. A job came up back home. Bit of work. Probably only take me a few days." A pause. "Maybe longer. Hard to say, with the way shit likes to hit the fan out there, yo."
"Might be," Reno replied, shrugging one shoulder dismissively. "Didn't get many details from the boss, but that's usually how it goes out there, yo. Keeps me on my toes. Keeps the stun baton from gettin' rusty."
He grinned and poked at the ferret that was toodling about on his bedspread.
"You mind makin' sure this little freak's got some kibble, if I ain't back by Monday? He don't bite hard or nothin'. And I can't see me bein' gone too long. I'm just gettin' back some stolen property or somethin' like that for someone."
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"A job?" she asked with a grin. "Seriously?"
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Happy Reno? Seriously happy!
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She didn't exactly like him taking missions, even if she had tried like hell to get him work. It was one of those things.
"Do you know ... how long?" she asked. If Tseng needed him back for a couple of months or something like that, she was going to hurt him.
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It was possible that Reno did not suspect that the stolen property was going to be running away from him, no.
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It wasn't a non-sequitur; they were connected in her head.
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"Ladies room is over that way, yo."
Reno was in a good mood. He still thought he was amusing.
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"Well, actually, I do. Diner. Mainland. Directions."
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Well, they were good directions, really. It was just unfortunate that the only people who could usually read Reno's writing were Tseng, Rude, Reno himself, and pharmacists.
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A clean one, that was what kind.
"I'm just headed out for a little bit. A job came up back home. Bit of work. Probably only take me a few days." A pause. "Maybe longer. Hard to say, with the way shit likes to hit the fan out there, yo."
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He grinned and poked at the ferret that was toodling about on his bedspread.
"You mind makin' sure this little freak's got some kibble, if I ain't back by Monday? He don't bite hard or nothin'. And I can't see me bein' gone too long. I'm just gettin' back some stolen property or somethin' like that for someone."
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