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Aug. 8th, 2007 10:08 pmFor
orenda33
FF7, Rude and Reno,
"Peanutbutter. For lunch," his tone was disbelieving as he slid his glasses down his nose far enough to peer over top. Echoes of "What are you, some sort of kid?" shaded the tone and expression.
Reno lowered the sandwich to reply, "Mmmmffyup...." His tongue made a smacking sound to clear the paste from the roof of his mouth. "'S cheap, and I like it...," red bangs dipped forward as he took another bite.
"But you don't even put jelly on it. That's gross, partner." Rude's dismissal was accompanied by a tiny shake of his head.
"Aaaain... whhhait...," his tongue shifted to mass to one cheek, giving him the appearance of a scrawny but enthusiastic squirrel. "Ain't gross. If I put jelly on it, I couldn't do other cool things with it."
One eyebrow crept up cynically. "... 'cool things'...?"
"Yup. Like use it fer spackle or caulkin'.... Impromptu glue.... Catchin' mice." The aqua eyes grew mischievous, "Or this." One finger dragged through the innards of the sandwich, scooping out a gooey, tan finger full of spread. He reached up to smear it lightly across his partner's chin, underneath the soul patch, then stretched upward on his toes to lick it back off again, pink tongue dancing across darker skin, tip stroking the bottom edge of the larger Turk's lower lip.
Rude froze for a moment or two, eyes visible and startled. Then his hands slammed into Reno's chest, forcing him back a couple of steps. "Don't fuck with me, Reno...." The normally stoic expression was twisted into anger and refusal as he turned around and left the room.
The redhead watched him go with a thoughtful gleam in his eye. Beyond the unusually quick burst of anger was something more: a widening of the eyes, a touch of color high on the cheekbones.
Maybe his partner was a little less of a stick in the mud than he'd at first appeared. A pleasant idea indeed, he thought while licking his own lips. Maybe next time he'd pack an extra sandwich to share....
FF7, Rude and Reno,
"Peanutbutter. For lunch," his tone was disbelieving as he slid his glasses down his nose far enough to peer over top. Echoes of "What are you, some sort of kid?" shaded the tone and expression.
Reno lowered the sandwich to reply, "Mmmmffyup...." His tongue made a smacking sound to clear the paste from the roof of his mouth. "'S cheap, and I like it...," red bangs dipped forward as he took another bite.
"But you don't even put jelly on it. That's gross, partner." Rude's dismissal was accompanied by a tiny shake of his head.
"Aaaain... whhhait...," his tongue shifted to mass to one cheek, giving him the appearance of a scrawny but enthusiastic squirrel. "Ain't gross. If I put jelly on it, I couldn't do other cool things with it."
One eyebrow crept up cynically. "... 'cool things'...?"
"Yup. Like use it fer spackle or caulkin'.... Impromptu glue.... Catchin' mice." The aqua eyes grew mischievous, "Or this." One finger dragged through the innards of the sandwich, scooping out a gooey, tan finger full of spread. He reached up to smear it lightly across his partner's chin, underneath the soul patch, then stretched upward on his toes to lick it back off again, pink tongue dancing across darker skin, tip stroking the bottom edge of the larger Turk's lower lip.
Rude froze for a moment or two, eyes visible and startled. Then his hands slammed into Reno's chest, forcing him back a couple of steps. "Don't fuck with me, Reno...." The normally stoic expression was twisted into anger and refusal as he turned around and left the room.
The redhead watched him go with a thoughtful gleam in his eye. Beyond the unusually quick burst of anger was something more: a widening of the eyes, a touch of color high on the cheekbones.
Maybe his partner was a little less of a stick in the mud than he'd at first appeared. A pleasant idea indeed, he thought while licking his own lips. Maybe next time he'd pack an extra sandwich to share....