Tease - COMPLETE

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Warning:



A Zack and Cloud and possibly others (not telling yet ) fic, can guess who they are… yaoi…if you don’t like that…don’t read.



Pre-Authors Note:



I plan on having a lot of fun with this fic and bringing in some others into the mix. You can probably guess who they are by now…now it is just how will it all come together.



Thanks to ZiggyPasta for being my Beta…thanks and more thanks…



Sigh… more Reno torture…



Disclaimer:



Don’t own, just using for my own amusement





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Dark Nation





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Reno had a few days to calm down. No other strange gifts had appeared in his apartment or on his desk.



~even though he could use some more of those smokes~



He hadn’t heard or seen either of the crazy ShinRa overlord’s in a couple of days, and he was quite happy about that. The flowers that Rufus bought him were little creepy. He didn’t understand why Rufus would buy him flowers.



~not a damn girl~



He liked them, but he wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. He told Rude to give them to Sissy, who surely gushed all over him for it. He had to tell Rude a big lie about how someone had delivered them to the wrong place while he was out, so he didn’t want them to go to waste in his dump of an apartment. Rude promised him a bottle of vodka the next day with a silly grin on his face.



~could only imagine what Sissy did to make him look like a dolt~



His only saving grace was actually seeing Cloud and having his magic fingers ease away some of his aches. It was becoming a practice that after that they ate the horrible food in the Mess, Cloud would help him with the aches and pain from the horrible boot camp.



~as long as Zack wasn’t around~



He didn’t understand why Cloud’s touch worked so well. His own fingers touching those points didn’t do anything, but there was something in the pressure that Cloud applied that worked and made him feel better.



Today, Zack was hanging around and sitting on Cloud’s left side. Reno grinned wide. He actually felt good after today’s session, not that it would have stopped him from asking Cloud to ease the pain. Just knowing that he would be able to taunt the Fair Prince Zack was going to make up for the lack of a foot massage.



Reno plopped himself onto Cloud’s right side, leaning against the blond for a moment, as he placed his food on the table. Zack gave him a glare. Reno challenged the look by staring right back at him and in a light tone asked, “Where’d ya get shot, yo?”



Reno already knew the answer, but he was going to ask anyway.



Cloud lowered his head and tried to hide the smug smile that was on his face into the collar of his uniform.



~damn, he’s cute when he smiles~



Zack gave a sheepish smile and laugh, and instinctively brought his hand up to his arm. “I didn’t get shot.”



Cloud made a small noise and Zack poked his side. Cloud continued to smile, but began to focus on his food again. John was across from Cloud and was trying hard to suppress his smile. Reno was sure that John was on the same patrol the other night as Cloud.



“So, Zackers, have I been hearin’ things wrong?” Reno said. They had a good option for food today, that wasn’t going to make him throw up. It was a chicken Caesar salad, and the sauce wasn’t too salty and the chicken was not too tough. He could actually eat it. He also noted that everyone else at the table was eating the greasy looking burger – he doubted that it was beef in the bun - and overly deep-fried fries. The smell of the crap was almost turning him off his salad. Cloud nudged him with his elbow and gave him a warning look.



~pfft, like I am goin’ to listen~



“Must be,” Zack said as he popped fries into his mouth. “Still stuck down here?”



“Yep,” Reno said and stabbed at his salad. Tseng told him in no uncertain terms that he was stuck in this job and boot camp. He didn’t think that he deserved the extra time, but Tseng told him that he had to cool down.



~jerk~



“Heard ya decide to check,” Reno cleared his throat and in a more amused tone continued, “the efficiency of the troops.”



Cloud choked on a fry that he was chewing on. Reno went to pat Cloud’s back but saw that Zack’s hand was already there. Reno narrowed his eyes at the hand and Zack did the same.



~still overprotective~



John spoke next, “We were prepared. AVALANCHE has been making its move again.” Reno looked over at the infantryman. “They were attempting to get to Reactor 4 again.”



“We already had one scare that night,” Cloud said, looking over at Zack with bright blue eyes. “We were all jumpy.”



“So,” Reno drawled, noticing that Zack still had his hand on Cloud’s back and was moving his thumb against his shoulder blade, “You shot Zack.”



Zack opened his mouth but it was John that answered, “In the arm. He scared the hell out of all of us by jumping down from the guardhouse roof. Cloud got the first shot off.”



Reno chuckled. This was totally making his day.



“Shut up. It’s not like you haven’t been shot before,” Zack countered.



“Not by an infantryman, yo,” Reno shot back with a smirk.



Zack removed his hand from Cloud’s back. He placed it on the table with a loud smack, leaning into Cloud to look around the blond and glare at Reno. Reno found himself mimicking the motion.



“I believe the last bullet you took was from Elena.”



“It was just in the foot.”



“She still shot you!”



“Well, she’s was bein' a bitch, yo.”



“I think you were being the bitchy one!”



Reno didn’t realize that he was pressing against Cloud, actually leaning into him as he was arguing with Zack. Cloud slapped and grabbing at both of their hands that were on the table. He squeezed rather hard. “What the hell, you guys?” Cloud said in a stern voice. Reno noticed that Zack was leaning into Cloud as well.



~Cloud sandwich~



~yummy~



The last thought made Reno blush as he pulled away from Cloud, ensuring that he kept his eyes focused on Zack. Zack leaned away from Cloud as well, and Reno noticed that there was a blush on Zack’s cheeks too.



~Reno sandwich would be better~



“Quit being jerks,” Cloud said, letting go of Reno’s hand and poking his arm in a sharp, quick motion. “Okay. Reno. Yeah, I shot him. Okay. I had tons of paperwork to do because of it, so you already know what happened. Quit being a dick about it.”



Reno slumped at the chastisement from Cloud. He was about to say something about Zack taunting him when Cloud continued, poking his finger in the same manner into Zack’s arm, causing the bigger man to wince. “And you - quit with the denial. It is no secret what happened, already. You don’t need to be a dick too!” Cloud said. Zack hung his head like a scolded puppy and looked down at his food.



Reno hung his head as well; so much for this being a fun taunting session. He didn’t much like the thought of Cloud being mad at him.



There was a click.



Reno looked up and saw that John had his PHS out, and seemed to have taken a picture. “What the hell did you do that for?” Cloud asked.



John shrugged and closed his phone. “Do you have any idea how funny it looks to have you – Cloud - putting the Lieutenant and one of the elite Turks into their place in the Mess Hall? Man, no one will believe me if I don’t take a picture.” He had a large grin on his face. Zack was giving the infantryman a glare. Cloud was shaking his head with a patient smile on his lips.



Reno reached over to grab the phone and make sure that picture…



~could use it as a wallpaper~



…never saw the light of day.





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Reno was trying to go for a smoke.



First Rude had interrupted his path to the courtyard, asking him if he knew that Legend was back. He told him that he knew, but hadn’t seen him yet, due to the fact that he missed every morning meeting because of his forced boot camp sessions. He would find him later, but he really needed a smoke.



Then Sissy had to tell him about the flowers. He just about told her that they were actually for him from Rufus, just to burst her bubble. He was so intent on getting for his smoke, that he didn’t remember what he did to insult her, but it made her leave in a huff.



Rod wanted to borrow twenty gil.



Katana was looking for Elena.



It seemed that the world was going against him for having a smoke now. His nerves were starting to become a little thin when he started to walk in a determined fashion towards the elevator.



Reno wanted a smoke and that is all he was thinking about as he mashed the button on the elevator. He hoped that there would be no one else to stop his descent to the main floor, to have a smoke without any more pesky interruptions.



The door opened and he just about turned and ran.



~I’ll open a window and maybe I should jump~



But he stepped into the elevator…



~glutton for punishment~



…and stood a far away from Sephiroth as possible. He tried not to even acknowledge him. He had made a decision to ignore the General; it didn’t matter that he got him the smokes. Sephiroth was most likely just doing it to ease whatever type of guilt that he felt for destroying the last of his precious cigarettes. He didn’t leave his name, so obviously he didn’t want acknowledgement. Reno would gladly oblige him in that.



He looked out of the corner of his eye at the General who moved to open the notebook that he had in his hand and swept back some of his silver hair that had fallen over his shoulder.



~is that vanilla?~



He took in a deep breath through his nose unconsciously. It was vanilla. He highly doubted the cleaning staff would step up their services by putting air fresheners in the elevators. Why would the elevator smell like…



He looked over to the General as he seemed engrossed in whatever was in the notebook.



“Is there a problem, Turk?” Sephiroth said in a low voice, his head bowed slightly to turn to look at him. Reno swallowed as those bright green eyes focused on him. The hair that he had just swept back over his shoulder fell forward again.



~you had to look at him, moron~



“Nothin’,” he said quickly and looked at the numbers of the floors.



~slowest elevator ever~



Sephiroth grunted and turned his eyes back to the book. “I do not want to have any more problems with you.”



Reno took another deep breath and regretted it; the smell was of vanilla but there was a hint of something more. He always thought that vanilla was a girly smell, but there was nothing girly about it, now.



~I wonder what it would be like to be able to touch that hair~



Reno clenched his teeth against his betraying thoughts. He was not going to think about Sephiroth that way. He needed a smoke and didn’t want to say it, knowing that the General would only berate him for the habit.



~even though he bought you a pack of Gongaga smokes~



“Full of fuckin’ contradictions, yo,” he spoke under his breath. He had not meant to say it out loud.



He was not expecting Sephiroth to react to him. Sephiroth snapped his notebook shut that caused Reno to jump slightly. “You must work on your lamprophony.“ Sephiroth turned to him.



~lampro...wha? What the hell is that?~



“Your muttering is quite annoying. If you have something to say, you must enunciate. You’re sloppy in the way you speak,” Sephiroth lectured.



“Don’t have anythin’ to say to ya,” he said.



~just shut up already!~



Sephiroth grunted and flicked at the hair that had fallen over his shoulder, as if he were annoyed by it. Reno refrained from trying to take another deep breath through his nose.



“Gonna pin me against the wall again?” Reno asked.



~I must have a death wish~



Sephiroth didn’t answer as the elevator stopped, the door opened and he left, leaving his scent behind.





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He was now dying for a smoke.



~get his smell out of my nose~



Nothing had happened in the elevator other than he was insulted by the General. Nothing, but the silver-haired man was forefront of his thoughts again.



~over a damn smell~



He went into the inner courtyard. It was usually empty. After all, the area was just a bare square with potted plants trying to mimic a garden and a few benches. It wasn’t that great of a place and he liked it because he could have a smoke in peace.



He had his cigarette lit even before he opened the door.



~that totally hits the spot~



He let out a content sigh as he walked to the far corner of the pathetic little garden. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall; the long day catching up with him. This new schedule usually had him crawling into bed by seven. With all of today’s distractions, he was not done with his paperwork yet and he knew he couldn’t put that off, or else Tseng would be on him for that. He was looking forward to crawling into his bed after a shot of…



~Rufus gift~



…alcohol and try not to think about anyone as he slept. The physical wear was allowing him to at least have a few solid hours of sleep but then his dreams would wake him up and with an ache that he couldn’t touch.



~doesn’t stop ya from trying~



He frowned. He needed to get laid.



He heard a strange sound. He grabbed his EMR on reflex as he opened his eyes.



~oh, fuck a duck~



A large black beast stood in front on him and growled. It took Reno a moment to realize what it was, but the long tentacle swishing back and forth of the pup told him who it belonged to. The beast's jaw was clenched and its lips curled up as it let out another low growl.



“Oh,” a calm, cool voice said, “I didn’t realize anyone else ever came out here.”



~yeah, right~



He looked up as Rufus snapped his fingers and Dark Nation turned its head to him. Its tense jaw loosened and it made a small whinning noise as it walked over to seemingly wrap itself around Rufus’ white clad legs.



“Usually, no one does,” Reno said, as he looked at the boss suspiciously.



~why? Why? Why does it hafta be him?~



Rufus gave him a small smile as he patted the head of the monster. It made a pleased grumbling noise in response. Reno didn’t like the thing. He was never one for pets. Dark Nation was one mean pet and proved occasionally to a few unfortunate victims how protective it was of its owner. Rufus had got the monster as a pup about a year ago, a gift from some dignitary, if the stories were true.



He noticed that Rufus had a ball in his hand.



~wha?~



“Gonna play a little fetch with darko?” he asked.



“He needs his exercise,” Rufus said and tossed the yellow ball in his hand. Dark Nation’s eyes followed it. Rufus' eyes were not looking at his pet though. They were looking at him.



Reno calculated - Door, beast, Rufus, escape. The answer was…screwed.



~if only~



He ran his hand over his face. Rufus gave him an amused look. He stood there with a slightly crooked stance and looked at him in a casual, but calculating manner.



“Did you get my apology?” Rufus asked in a-way-too-smooth voice.



“Yeah.”



“I hoped it was to your liking,” Rufus said as he idly threw the ball across the yard and Dark Nation took off after it.



Reno raised and eyebrow. Boss was playing fetch with his monster.



~weird~



“Tseng proved to be more proficient than I calculated,” Rufus said and took a couple of steps closer. Reno took a step to the side, not only because of Rufus, but the fact that Dark Nation was barrelling back and didn’t seem to have any qualms about turning sharply and nearly whipping him with the tentacle, as it dropped the yellow ball in front of its master.



Rufus bent and picked up the ball and repeated the motion of throwing it. Rufus followed the motions of his pet.



Reno saw him smile; a real smile. Rufus looked…young. It was easy to forget that Rufus was actually younger than him, if only by a couple of years. When the man radiates power…



~sexuality~



…and control, it was easy to forget that he was human. Here was the Little Big Boss, playing fetch with his overprotective monster and actually smiling as he was doing it. It did not look forced, like the ones he wore at meetings or the one seen in all his pictures.



The monstrous dog-like thing was making the boss smile.



Reno gathered his thoughts back up. He noticed that half his smoke was ash now. He flicked it off and took a deep drag, discarding the last of it and stomping it out. “Gotta get back to work,” he said lowly and tried to walk past Rufus.



Dark Nation had the yellow ball in its mouth as it pushed its head under Rufus' hand. It let out a growl and those beady eyes glared right at him. That tentacle was whipping back and forth in a violent fashion.



“Must you? It’s late already in the day,” Rufus said, patting the mutt’s head and taking the ball from its mouth. He rotated it in his hand before he tossed it again. “I am not against company.”



~neither am I, but I am not going to get caught with my pants down again~



“Gotta go,” he said simply. He wanted to go be in misery by himself again. It was safer than starting to think that maybe Rufus wasn’t such a prick after all.



~at least not in everything~



Reno took a few steps to the side. Dark Nation had returned and was growling at him around the ball in its substantial jaw. Reno froze. Those beady eyes were boring right into him.



~looks like he wants a snack~



Rufus chuckled lightly and took the ball out of the beast’s mouth. “Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you.”



~yeah, right~



“Come sit with me,” Rufus said, waving his hand toward a bench.



“But I…” Reno started but couldn’t finish. Rufus took that ball out of Dark Nation’s mouth and started to move to the bench.



“We can have a civil conversation out here,” he said.



~yeah, right, just like in Tseng’s office~



He swallowed hard and tried to suppress the shiver that ran through his body. He looked around and recalculated his chance of escape and saw that it was small. He was pretty sure Rufus would sic his monster on him to bring him down if he refused to have a chat with him.



~maybe all he wants to do is talk~



Reno highly doubted that.



Rufus seated himself on the stone bench and patted the spot beside him. “Come now,” Rufus said as he threw the ball for Dark Nation who gladly bounded after it. “This area is monitored. I won’t try anything disturbing.”



~depends on what your definition of 'disturbing'is~



But he found himself slowly walking towards the bench where the Brat Boss was sitting, and made sure that was a respectable distance between them.



Rufus was focusing on Dark Nation as it bounded back and promptly put its taloned claws in the space between them.



~I think I like the beast now~



Rufus laughed as he took the ball from the creature’s mouth. “She doesn’t like other people paying attention to me. She is very particular of who she allows to get close.” Rufus stroked the black ears and the thing whimpered and moved into a position so that he was able to rest its large head in his lap. Rufus kept scratching behind the ears as he placed the ball to the side. “She hasn’t bitten you yet, so that is a good sign.”



“She?” Reno said trying not to think about those big teeth sinking into him. He had seen other people with bite marks from Dark Nation.



“Yes,” Rufus said and moved his hand to her tentacle that sprouted from her shoulders. “Did you know that she was the runt of the litter? Poor thing was going to be disposed of because she only had one tentacle.”



~whatever~



“That would have been a shame,” Reno said. Dark Nation turned its head towards him and there was loathing in those eyes. She was not fooled by his complements.



“She has been giving me company for those six months that father banished me to Mideel. It has been rather trying,” Rufus said. “She had more room to play there, though. This little concrete garden hardly does her good.”



“Why didn’t ya leave her there?” The creature was huge, girl or not, and looked like something that could have only escaped from Hojo’s labs.



Rufus caressed the things head. It whined louder and nuzzled into Rufus’ belly. “Oh, I couldn’t leave her there. No one else could take care of her like she deserves.” Rufus was happy with the beast’s head in his lap. “This is one of the few places that I can take my little girl to let her run.”



~little girl?~



“Why don’t ya take her to Kalm? It’s not far away and I’m sure Daddy wouldn’t mind ya gettin' out of his hair for awhile, yo,” Reno said. That tentacle of hers sure was intimidating. The thick lean muscle twitched and whipped at him.



“I would need an escort,” Rufus said and tilted his head in a curious way. “Are you volunteering to be my escort?” He leaned slightly and his hand that had been stroking the head of the Dark Nation reached and stroked his arm.



Dark Nation growled.



Reno coughed.



~did I walk into another trap?~



“What do you think of that, girl?” Rufus said moving his hand to lift the large jaw of the beast to look at him. “A trip to Kalm to run around in those fields? How about Reno escorting us? Hm?”



Reno tried to get his thoughts out of his mouth, but just made some rather pathetic stammers.



~once again, he got me tongue-tied~



Dark Nation gave a grumbling growl that did not sound like she liked the thought of it at all. Reno didn’t like the idea, that was for sure.



“Sir!” he managed to finally spit out.



Rufus smiled at him. “I will talk to Tseng about arranging you to fly me out for a weekend trip.”



“B-but,” he said. Reno’s heart was racing at the thought of being alone with him.



~scared or excited~



Rufus gave a sexy…



~scary~



…chuckle as he pushed Dark Nation’s head from his lap. The beast gave a protesting growl. “I am sure that I can convince him to let you have a break from your rather harsh regiment right now.”



“I-I,” he started to protest, but Rufus moved quickly, sliding over so that their thighs pressed together. A strong gloved hand reached out and grabbed his arm firmly, while the other hand held his chin.



“Speechless again,” Rufus whispered as he leaned in so that their lips brushed together. Reno felt his face flush and his body lean into the kiss, deepening it. Rufus allowed it for a moment before he pulled back and said, “At least that tongue knows how to move when it counts.”



“Ya know it, Boss,” Reno said and found himself grinning despite how his stomach was twisting into knots. He wanted to kiss again.



A low growling sound made him look to the side. Dark Nation was growling and looking rather pissed off, the tentacle whipping around its back look like it wanted to take him out.



“Easy, Nation,” Rufus said in a soothing voice.



~the same tone he uses on you~



The growl turn into a roar and those eyes were telling him that if Rufus wasn’t there, he would be a snack.



“Don’t think she likes me, yo,” Reno said.



“She will get used to you,” Rufus said as he leaned away from him and scratched behind the flattened ears of the beast. The tension left the muscles in its shoulders, and the tentacle slowed its wild, whipping motions. “She does worry about me.”



~whatever~



Rufus grabbed the ball that was lying neglected beside him and waved it front of the beast. All the tension left the beast and it turned into a playful puppy again. Rufus laughed softly as he stood and threw the ball. Dark Nation ran after it.



“You will have to excuse her behaviour,” Rufus said, watching her run back to him with the yellow ball in her mouth. “She really does need the exercise more often than I have the liberty to.”



“This area is always available,” Reno said. He wanted another smoke. He wanted to leave, but he didn’t dare stand yet. He had to let his hardness soften a little before he moved. He didn’t want to show Brat Boss how excited he was getting over those two little kisses.



“I see,” Rufus said. “I will remember that.” Rufus retrieved the ball from his pet’s mouth and scratched under its chin.



Reno doubted that he didn’t know that. Rufus was no fool. Reno was about to comment about how he had to go back to work when that tentacle reached him and hit him in the side rather sharply. He gasped.



~better than a bite~



“Nation!” Rufus' tone was sharp. The beast lowered its head, as if in shame, but those eyes narrowing at him told Reno something completely different.



“Ya enjoy your playin’,” Reno said and stood, trying to skirt the monster. “Gotta go.”



“I suppose,” Rufus said and turned to him. Was there a disappointed look on his face? “I was hoping to see the rest of those marking that are on your back.”



Reno sputtered and searched for words again.



~how does he do this to me?~



Reno was pretty sure that he was doing it on purpose because he had that soft smile on his face as he looked over his shoulder at him.



“I hope the next time that we meet, we will be able to finish where we had left off,” Rufus hummed as he turned his back on his pet and stood in front of him. Reno didn’t have time or the brain power to react as Rufus boldly placed one hand on his hip and another on his shoulder and leaned in. There was nothing soft or gentle about the kiss. Reno gave a small grunt as Rufus' demanding tongue entered his mouth. Reno could only go along with the kiss and stroke the warm flesh with his own.



Reno wrapped his arms around the lean waist of his boss and pulled him closer. Rufus gripped his shoulder tighter and steeped up the intensity of his kiss.



~want more~



He knew that the boss was enjoying himself, by the hardness pressing against his own hardened organ. He rubbed himself – shamelessly - against his boss and let himself be consumed with the deep kiss. He tightened his grip around his waist and caused Rufus to moan and twist against him.



~frottage has never felt so good~



Reno was almost lost in the attention. Being allowed to touch was wonderful and the boss touching him was divine. One of the boss’s hands moved to thread through his hair and tugged at it gently.



~feels so good~



He pushed himself against the boss, harsher than he planned. It caused Rufus to break the kiss and give out a startled yelp.



That is when he felt a sharp pain in his arm that he had wrapped around Rufus. It took him a few seconds to realize what it was, and before he could react, Dark Nation pulled him away from Rufus with a powerful tug. He felt himself being thrown to the ground and a giant paw press painfully against his chest and a tooth-filled face growled in his.



Reno gapped at the monster.



“Nation!” It was Rufus sharp, commanding voice. “Get off of him!”



Dark Nation turned its head to look up at its Master and growled.



~fuck, I’m gonna be a snack~



“Now,” Rufus demanded, and the beast lifted its paw and slunk beside the boss who gave the big beast a swat on its head. “Sit!”



It obeyed.



Reno scrambled to his feet and examined the arm that was in the monster's mouth and started to back away. “Show me your arm,” Rufus ordered.



“It’s fine, Boss. She didn’t break any skin,” Reno said, not liking how shaky his voice was. He didn’t stop backing away, realizing that he, one again, was suckered into a make-out session with him in, yet another inappropriate setting. His boner had been scared out of him by the sudden attack, but he could tell by the flush on his boss’s face that he was still feeling the after effects of the brief…



~much to brief~



…frottage session.



“She thought you were hurting me,” Rufus said as he took a step forward. Reno took a step back. His arm did hurt and was pretty sure that there would be some bruising there. Dark Nation had not been gentle with him.



“Whatever,” Reno mumbled. “Gotta go, Boss.”



~things are so messed up~



Rufus sighed and gave a disarming smile that just about made him want to stay there for a little while longer. A quick look at Dark Nation changed his mind. He didn't want to give that monster another chance to gnaw on him. “Then I will see you later,” he said. “I believe that I need to tire out Nation. She is a little too high-strung.”



“No shit,” Reno muttered as he backed away. He was scared to take his eyes off the creature. Dark Nation seemed quite content now with the fact that he was leaving. Reno's only thoughts were of ditching the report that he was being forced to write and going back to take care of the ache that was developing from that short make-out session.



~getting chewed out by Mr. Frost and chewed on by the bratty Boss’s toy monster. I need a drink~



He escaped.



The calmness that he finally gathered in the last couple of days ruined by everyone - Spike-Brains with just being damn sexy, Mr. Frost and his vanilla hair care products, and Brat Boss with his smooth tongue and almost human side.



~I wonder if he will send me more flowers and vodka to apologize?~



Reno sighed and stopped on his way to his office.



“Screw it. I’m going home,” he muttered and turned on his heel to leave to the safety of his apartment. He wanted a drink. He wanted a shower. He wanted to curl up in his bed and try to push out the thoughts of all that happened during the day.



So what if he had a stupid report to write? It was just a cut and paste and change the date type of report. After all, Tseng couldn’t give him any more punishments to make his life any more miserable than it already was.





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Lamprophony: yeah, it’s a real word, it means: Loudness and clarity of voice. We all know that Reno has a problem with this…. I believe that Sephiroth learned this word from Genesis…



Fuck a duck: Instead of saying, Oh Shit, when things go very wrong… also with the way everything is going for Reno, he needs some more colorful curses.



About the Vanilla… If you played Crisis Core and became a member of the Silver Elite, one of the factoids that were presented was about the smell of the Generals hair… I had to throw it in. I laughed when I read that… I mean, how does a fangirl not react to such a thing?! And Vanilla is so yummy…(I refer to the flavor here.. gah, you people have dirty minds!)