[From the look on Reno's face when he opens the door, it's obvious that he's kind of shocked Tifa actually decided to show up. He's disheveled, but not much more than usual; his typical brazen disregard for appropriate attire holds up in private as well, so it seems.]
Heyyy...
[When he steps aside with a flourish, there isn't all that much apartment to discover past the threshold. The place is almost uncomfortably bare, save for a conspicuously expensive tv and game set-up across from the torn up couch. Looks kinda like everyone's first shared apartment, though despite the stains and strange burn marks here and there, the place is clean enough.]
Kinda thought I was 'bout to get ghosted, not gonna lie. Mad respect for actually havin' the balls to brave my humble pad, yo.
I couldn’t help but be curious to see your apartment and how drunk you are. You sound a lot sober than your texts led on… or do you always text like that?
[There is a mischievous twinkle in Tifa’s eyes as she stepped into the apartment. She is quick to take in the sparse place which made sense to her because she had no doubt that Reno was constantly on the job.]
[Reno doesn't actually reply to any of that first bit, save for a quiet, amused scoff. He traipses past her into the empty living room, turning around to angle a look at her in a surprisingly smooth movement considering how hammered he's supposed to be.]
You even gotta ask? 'Course I always text like that... Am I not textin' just like everyone else? [Please don't answer that. The look in Tifa's eye doesn't escape his notice, even as he throws a similar impish look right back at her.]
Aw, damn... y'know, I just remembered all my skirts are at the dry cleaner... [The raised eyebrow and challenging expression leave no question about the fact that Reno knows exactly how cheap this line is, but fuck if he ain't gonna try it anyway.] Guess maybe I gotta borrow yours?
[There is a smile on her face as she lifted the side of the pleated skirt up to show the short black shorts underneath. Tifa was confident in her body but definitely not her emotions as she flashed Reno some thighs.]
It’s a skort and you told me you had all the customization options. Did you lie to get me here, Reno?
[Far more than a second passes before Reno seems to rally. He's not exactly drooling, but clearly there's some part of his brain that short-circuits completely when Tifa lifts her skirt.
His gaze is still locked on well-toned thighs when her words finally sink in. To his credit, Reno somehow manages to tear his eyes away from Tifa's "assets" to meet her gaze.]]
[She was used to men eyeing her up and so she didn’t blush when Reno took his time looking at her thigh. But there was something about a Turk with that look on his face that caused Tifa to pause. She definitely hadn’t thought she would feel a spike of want go through her. This was Reno. What was wrong with her?]
[In Tifa's defense, there aren't many people who can resist Reno's Patented Intense Blue Gaze... or so he likes to believe. Inflated ego aside, Reno does have a sort of unnerving way of training his focus solely on you and not letting up, to the point that most anyone would probably start to squirm in some way or another.
Yeah, that's a tactic.
The grin is a tactic too, for those of you at home keeping score.]
Worth a try. Guessin' I'mma have about as much luck convincin' you to trade me your skort? [Is that even a word? Because if so, his masculinity dipped like 20% just saying it aloud.] You're in the win here babes, since the trade means you get pants while I get stuck showin' leg.
Wow, rude, I am a double-zero if there ever was one and you can't change my mind. [Like Reno really knows what a 00 is. But he surely is one, yup. He'll bet money on that.
Finally though, he seems to give up the posturing. Cocking his head at Tifa and raising a brow, he looks honestly skeptical.]
I did mention the chocobo legs, right? No lie, me in a skirt ain't exactly Midgar's Next Top Model material, yo.
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Heyyy...
[When he steps aside with a flourish, there isn't all that much apartment to discover past the threshold. The place is almost uncomfortably bare, save for a conspicuously expensive tv and game set-up across from the torn up couch. Looks kinda like everyone's first shared apartment, though despite the stains and strange burn marks here and there, the place is clean enough.]
Kinda thought I was 'bout to get ghosted, not gonna lie. Mad respect for actually havin' the balls to brave my humble pad, yo.
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[There is a mischievous twinkle in Tifa’s eyes as she stepped into the apartment. She is quick to take in the sparse place which made sense to her because she had no doubt that Reno was constantly on the job.]
Alright, let’s see it Reno.
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You even gotta ask? 'Course I always text like that... Am I not textin' just like everyone else? [Please don't answer that. The look in Tifa's eye doesn't escape his notice, even as he throws a similar impish look right back at her.]
Aw, damn... y'know, I just remembered all my skirts are at the dry cleaner... [The raised eyebrow and challenging expression leave no question about the fact that Reno knows exactly how cheap this line is, but fuck if he ain't gonna try it anyway.] Guess maybe I gotta borrow yours?
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[There is a smile on her face as she lifted the side of the pleated skirt up to show the short black shorts underneath. Tifa was confident in her body but definitely not her emotions as she flashed Reno some thighs.]
It’s a skort and you told me you had all the customization options. Did you lie to get me here, Reno?
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His gaze is still locked on well-toned thighs when her words finally sink in. To his credit, Reno somehow manages to tear his eyes away from Tifa's "assets" to meet her gaze.]]
You really think I'd lie to get you over here?
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[She was used to men eyeing her up and so she didn’t blush when Reno took his time looking at her thigh. But there was something about a Turk with that look on his face that caused Tifa to pause. She definitely hadn’t thought she would feel a spike of want go through her. This was Reno. What was wrong with her?]
Skirt still at the dry cleaners?
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Yeah, that's a tactic.
The grin is a tactic too, for those of you at home keeping score.]
Worth a try. Guessin' I'mma have about as much luck convincin' you to trade me your skort? [Is that even a word? Because if so, his masculinity dipped like 20% just saying it aloud.] You're in the win here babes, since the trade means you get pants while I get stuck showin' leg.
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[She then eyes his waist and shook her head as she placed her hands on her hips.]
Your hips are too wide. Your pants would just fall right off of me.
Then who would be showing too much?
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Finally though, he seems to give up the posturing. Cocking his head at Tifa and raising a brow, he looks honestly skeptical.]
I did mention the chocobo legs, right? No lie, me in a skirt ain't exactly Midgar's Next Top Model material, yo.