Edge, Saturday Afternoon

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There were some things that were totally worth getting in trouble with the boss for, Reno decided. Being a grumpy son of a bitch was good for things like getting on Tseng's nerves, teaching the rookie how to run for cover, and also for getting sent on impromptu vacations to other worlds in order to visit the girlfriend.

It had totally been worth

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[blondecanary]

*ring * It's been about a month since she talked to Reno, and Dinah's just lazing around on the roof so, why not call?

[raspberryturk]

Phone! Hooray!

"Reno's house of kickass," he chirped, perhaps a little drunkenly. But just a little. "All the kick our competitors provide, but with much hotter ass, yo!"

Really, it was fairly drunkenly, considering he thought that this was somehow a witty way to answer the phone. Oh, Reno.

[blondecanary]

Dinah cracked up. So did that mean he was witty, or just really hilariously doofy?

"Yes, I'm calling to get some kickass," Dinah said, giggling. "We're running a little low here, even if we generated some ourselves with alligator fueling."

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"I missed the friggin' gators," Reno whined, effectively destroying all illusion of kickass that he might have had a moment ago. "How unfair is that, yo? See, now I gotta go back to Fandom and camp out somewhere, hopin' for leftovers or somethin'."

[blondecanary]

"They smelled Reno. And so did we, after we went down in the sewers after them," Dinah said, trying to pretend it hadn't been way fun. "And I got nibbled on! By goldfish with teeth! Although slitting one open, that was pretty cool." She snickered. "You do have to come back! If you camp on the beach, I'm sure something will attack you! You now how this place is!"

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"See, now you got me all tempted." Reno was pouting now. Could she hear him pout? "But I got work to do here. Tseng already kicked me offa the planet last week to go visit Rikku. I'm behind, yo."

Behind on what, the world may never know.

"How you been doin' aside from the gators, Rookie? You met the little SOLDIER boy too, huh?"

It was kind of a theme. Talk to someone he was close to from Fandom. Find out that they liked Zack. Agonize over the fact that he knew things. Get drunk.

[blondecanary]

"We hang out and get sugared up every Monday!" Dinah chirped. "Last week was ice cream sundaes 'cause I had some apologizing to do. This week is going to be cookies because he lost a bet." She coughed. "Um. Things were a little--weird, here, for a few days. You heard about that, hunh?"

Poor Dinah. No idea she was never, ever going to escape the weirdness.

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"Heard about it? Dinah, Rookie, I was livin' it here, too. Fandom's kinda like some kinda disease. Or maybe a bad acid trip. Apparently, it's got flashbacks."

Very, very frustrating flashbacks, dammit.

Which were easier to talk about than the fact that Dinah's sugar-buddy was going to have a hard run of things. Dammit, couldn't he talk to just one person who didn't like Zack?

[blondecanary]

"Oh, ack. I am so so sorry," Dinah said earnestly. "It was really weird here, since everyone was feeling it at once, but I guess it would've been even worse if you were on your own." And that sure explained the trip to see Rikku, whoa. "At least you have a girlfriend? And is she doing okay there?"

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"She's pretty busy, too," Reno noted. "Tryin' to keep the peace on a world that don't seem to want it. But I fixed up her old man's airship, so I think things are lookin' up a little for 'em all, at least."

It was easier to relax when you weren't worried about your home chug-chugging to a stop and plummeting from the sky.

[blondecanary]

"Coooool. The next time you talk to her, tell her I used those potions she sold me, and they worked really well," Dinah said earnestly. "Um. Or you could give me her address, and I could write her... oh! How are the plants working out? The yucca and the palm and the aloe and the cacti?"

[raspberryturk]

"I ain't killed anything yet," Reno said, proudly. "I was worried about the beans that I started, so I ain't really planted much else if I could help it until I got it figured out. But it turns out that the beans are supposed to be yellow. Who the hell ever heard of yellow beans anyhow? That's like... I dunno. White asparagus or somethin'. Red apples. Weird-ass shit."

Yes, he knew that apples could be red. Sssh.

[blondecanary]

Snickering, Dinah said, "I've seen them in lots of colors. Green and brown and red. Maybe they turned a different shade in your world?" She grinned. "Blue apples, now that's asking for trouble. Then again, I'm just lucky nothing's died in the flower shop. So far, so good on that. I'm never going to make a farmer, though."

[raspberryturk]

"More purple-blue, actually," Reno noted. Not that he'd seen a Banora White in a while. But those were some pretty damn fine apples. "And I ain't no farmer, neither. Just 'cause I'm growin' crops..."

Okay. So he was a farmer. A glorified farmer. Damn.

[blondecanary]

"You're an agricultural engineer?" Dinah offered, while trying to think of purple-blue apples and not plums. "And so's everyone else there, since you're all trying to get by on the food thing." She paused, thinking. "I grew up with farmers. Some of them were really nice people."

[raspberryturk]

"I was thinkin' of maybe diggin' up the only patch of ground around here that actually does grow anything," Reno mused, "to plant food there. But that place is kinda... sacred, I guess, to the locals. It's covered in flowers, zoto."

Reno took a perverse sort of pleasure in stepping on those flowers. There was nothing wrong with that, dammit.