Suave

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[RL - Midgar - Gaia]

Reno sits impatiently on the edge of his couch, waiting for a call which might - just might - change things. He's cleared up the mess in his sparsely-furnished bachelor pad, and put on a clean shirt and suit for the occasion as well as washing his hair. All the things a guy's supposed to do to impress the ladies, right? Not that his visitor is - was - a lady, exactly. But it's been so long since he's had any action, never mind any real attention, that Reno isn't feeling picky right now.

"Come on, come on... dammit, I need another drink..."
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Tell Me Something I Don't Already Know



Your Love Life is Like Titanic



"Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless."



You think that you only really have one true love in your life. And that you better to anything and everything to be with that person.

You tend to be very nostalgic about past loves that didn't work out. There are many secret feelings that you keep to yourself.



Your love style: Deep and emotional



Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Bittersweet



A bittersweet ending, huh? Figures.
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Please.

*is so getting a pay cut for this*

Soooooooo... Hojo had a few things he was keeping up his sleeve, huh? And even Rufus didn't think we were important enough to let us in on his little underground secret. Sha-chou, I think I'm almost offended.

Hey, Elena, fancy checking out the back-up files on Hojo's old computer? I'm curious...
Suave

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[RL - ShinRa Building - Gaia]

Reno sat in the Turks' office, his chair teetering dangerously on two legs, his feet up on the desk; in one hand he held a battered comic book, in the other a bottle of some kind of fizzy drink. Damn, sometimes work could be slow. At least he wouldn't be alone all day, though...
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The Morning After The Night Before

[RL - Reno's House - Midgar - Gaia]

Groaning softly, Reno opened his eyes, only to immediately wish that he hadn't. A shaft of light sliced through his faded curtains, slamming into his head with what felt like the force of a jackhammer. He quickly closed his eyes again and clutched at his head, which seemed about to explode any second... and as far as he could tell, someone had been busy sandpapering his throat.

"Dammit..." he murmured, pulling the covers over his head and retreating back into the safety of the covers... only to remember that he wasn't in his house alone. "Minako..."