[Reno's second-in-command for a good reason, not to mention one of the longest standing Turks of them all. Point being, Reno's poker face is about as impeccable as they come. Were anyone other than Rude sitting across from him, they wouldn't see a thing. Rude, though? Rude is one of the only people alive who would see that Reno has a reaction to that particular infobomb being dropped, though what that reaction means is anyone's guess. It's there and gone so fast it's like the reaction never happened... Except. Rude.
Reno's response is delayed by just a beat too long as well, which is even stronger evidence that he was not aware of that particular tidbit of gossip, no. His slow whistle seals the deal.]
...I'm hearin' Wutai's nice this time of year?
[No, he's not, but it's about as far from Midgar as you can get.]
[Reno's expression remains oddly serious -- sober, even, and how often does that happen? -- as he continues to study Rude, chin resting on the gloved knuckles of one hand. Anyone who doesn't know better might think Reno's actually taking the time and effort to consider something, to weigh his options and carefully analyze the situation... But that would be just fuckin' disturbing as shit, now wouldn't it?]
...you really think he'll reassign you? [It's hardly a question, more of a passing thought Reno hadn't fully intended to say aloud. Or hadn't realized he'd said aloud. Doesn't matter anyway, since they both know Tseng would absolutely reassign Rude without a second thought if that were the most convenient fix to an awkward situation. Especially if the L'il Prez is involved now.
This time, it's Reno himself who signals the bartender, though he orders a pint of beer instead of another round of shots as he swivels back on his stool to face the countertop.]
So we pick up some missions. [No question whatsoever that Reno's going wherever Rude is going. That's a given at all times.] The SOLDIER greens do it all the time, right? Part of their Basic? And part of the side shit we're technically s'posed to be doin' in our down time anyway? Seems to me we're overdue to clear out some grunt work... Some grunt work just happens to be real, real far from Midgar.
[ Rude nods. They both know Tseng would. Reno@s suggestion he makes him nod. It sounds like it is a good plan, and it does help that they can frame it as work and not vacation. Except...]
As long as we take some time to find some cool clubs or shit.
We could also go on one of those scouting missions, find new prospects for SOLDIER
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Walked in on some shit I shouldn't have and I am pretty sure Tseng is going to have me reassigned.
You know about him and the veep?
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Reno's response is delayed by just a beat too long as well, which is even stronger evidence that he was not aware of that particular tidbit of gossip, no. His slow whistle seals the deal.]
...I'm hearin' Wutai's nice this time of year?
[No, he's not, but it's about as far from Midgar as you can get.]
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[ A smile tugs at Rude's lips for a brief second. It is good to see that Reno didn't know either, at least Rude hadn't missed some major signs. ]
Maybe I should find some small fishing village that doesn't have phone service.
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...you really think he'll reassign you? [It's hardly a question, more of a passing thought Reno hadn't fully intended to say aloud. Or hadn't realized he'd said aloud. Doesn't matter anyway, since they both know Tseng would absolutely reassign Rude without a second thought if that were the most convenient fix to an awkward situation. Especially if the L'il Prez is involved now.
This time, it's Reno himself who signals the bartender, though he orders a pint of beer instead of another round of shots as he swivels back on his stool to face the countertop.]
So we pick up some missions. [No question whatsoever that Reno's going wherever Rude is going. That's a given at all times.] The SOLDIER greens do it all the time, right? Part of their Basic? And part of the side shit we're technically s'posed to be doin' in our down time anyway? Seems to me we're overdue to clear out some grunt work... Some grunt work just happens to be real, real far from Midgar.
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As long as we take some time to find some cool clubs or shit.
We could also go on one of those scouting missions, find new prospects for SOLDIER