Mushroom Rock Road, Spira, Friday Evening Fandom Time (NFB)

[the_merriest]

Rikku did not want to think about how much she missed Reno. She missed the smell of him. She missed the way his neck tasted. She missed -- okay, lately, her thoughts of missing him were kinda ... graphic, and not very polite. She was trying not to fidget. It was getting worse. Dammit. She used to be able to control herself

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[raspberryturk]

Okay. So. There were three very important things that Reno was going to have to keep in mind for future reference.

The first very important thing was, he hated Fandom. A lot. Because he knew horny as a state of being very intimately. It was what he did. And so he knew well enough that his state of perpetual 'hot and bothered' these last few days was hardly normal. And when something seemed to be painfully abnormal?

Blame Fandom.

The second very important thing was that, when he was horny and overworked, he got cranky. Which wasn't really a big deal, except for how he tended to get bitchy when he was cranky. There was a difference, after all, between the two. And bitchy was normally fine, unless Tseng was asking for paperwork first thing in the morning on crap that he hardly understood. World Regenesis Organization papers? Fuck, he couldn't even spell that shit

[the_merriest]

"//How should I know?//" barked a voice from over on his left. "//They're the morons that broke it. It was working just fine, now it won't even talk to the other towers. Maybe her old man bumped something on that airship of his.//"

There were general grunts of agreement, from that direction, and a few voices chiming in with their advice. All in Al Bhed, naturally.

[raspberryturk]

Ah. More Al Bhed. It was a good thing that Reno had been studying the language, damn it. It was an even better thing that it was so damn easy to learn.

He turned around, intending to ask whoever was there for better directions, because damn could he ever use them, and that's when he realized who it was that he was facing.

Reno didn't smirk like that often, really.

"Gippal, Gippal, Gippal," he practically cooed as he made his way over to the bunch of them. "How're them teeth doin', buddy?"

[the_merriest]

"Oh, it's you," Gippal said, switching to English easily. "I thought Cid's girl came here to work, not to play kissyface with her latest boytoy. Won't her Pops be upset to hear about that?"