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FF7, Rude and Reno, 350 words
"You know what would be cool, Rude...?" The helicopter was idling and the red-haired pilot had tilted his seat back as far as it would go so that he could laze while waiting for the executives to finish their quarterly meeting.
"Mmmm," Rude's non-committal, barely verbal reply indicated the extent to which he believed that anything his new partner would call "cool" was probably going to make his brain hurt. This belief wasn't all that unfair, considering the fact that the last time Reno used the C-word, he was admiring a blood-spatter pattern on a concrete wall.
Long legs kicked forward, stretching, "No really... we need somethin' so that people will see us and know that we're Turks." One hand waved through the air though he didn't even open his eyes. "More than the dark suits, I mean...." As always his goggles were pushed up high on his curved forehead which was slightly creased in thought. "Gotta be durable too, metal, like maybe a ring."
"A ring...?" The dark-skinned man leaned closer, bracing one hand against the seat back, close enough that Reno could feel the warmth of his breath against milky skin. "You... want a ring." The skeptical words took on an amused overtone, his words slow, measured, deliberate. "Hey Reno, are you looking for love...? Or for someone to make an honest 'woman' of you?"
Pale eyes snapped open, hot and indignant. Predictably, he lunged forward in his seat,ready to get in Rude's face and make him eat those words. But his head was paralyzed, unable to move at all, and the quick rage ended up replaced by confusion and discomfort. "Whhaaa...?" It was another full thirty seconds before all the facts aligned in Reno's brain.
"Get off my goddamn tail, partner...," his anger faded to pouting as aqua eyes met hazel.
"Yeah, I can do that." Rude took the copilot's chair again, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose to conceal his eyes. "Now we're even for that peanut butter stunt."
gryphoncat,FF7, Rude and Reno, 350 words
"You know what would be cool, Rude...?" The helicopter was idling and the red-haired pilot had tilted his seat back as far as it would go so that he could laze while waiting for the executives to finish their quarterly meeting.
"Mmmm," Rude's non-committal, barely verbal reply indicated the extent to which he believed that anything his new partner would call "cool" was probably going to make his brain hurt. This belief wasn't all that unfair, considering the fact that the last time Reno used the C-word, he was admiring a blood-spatter pattern on a concrete wall.
Long legs kicked forward, stretching, "No really... we need somethin' so that people will see us and know that we're Turks." One hand waved through the air though he didn't even open his eyes. "More than the dark suits, I mean...." As always his goggles were pushed up high on his curved forehead which was slightly creased in thought. "Gotta be durable too, metal, like maybe a ring."
"A ring...?" The dark-skinned man leaned closer, bracing one hand against the seat back, close enough that Reno could feel the warmth of his breath against milky skin. "You... want a ring." The skeptical words took on an amused overtone, his words slow, measured, deliberate. "Hey Reno, are you looking for love...? Or for someone to make an honest 'woman' of you?"
Pale eyes snapped open, hot and indignant. Predictably, he lunged forward in his seat,ready to get in Rude's face and make him eat those words. But his head was paralyzed, unable to move at all, and the quick rage ended up replaced by confusion and discomfort. "Whhaaa...?" It was another full thirty seconds before all the facts aligned in Reno's brain.
"Get off my goddamn tail, partner...," his anger faded to pouting as aqua eyes met hazel.
"Yeah, I can do that." Rude took the copilot's chair again, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose to conceal his eyes. "Now we're even for that peanut butter stunt."
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Date: 2007-08-11 11:24 pm (UTC)*HUG*
Don't comment on these nearly as much as I should, but... hee!
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Date: 2007-08-12 03:54 pm (UTC)XD
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Date: 2007-08-12 02:35 am (UTC)"Or for someone to make an honest 'woman' of you?"
...Rude sure knows how to pick his words! He must have spent half a week crafting that attack so it'd hit just right, and another week waiting for the right moment.
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Date: 2007-08-12 03:57 pm (UTC)