[ Meteorfall had changed a lot of things about the daily lives of the people of Midgar. Geostigma had changed even more, and only with its passing did things settle into a calmer sort of routine--at least for now.
Every so often that routine was upstarted, if only because the fall of HQ had relegated the Turks and their President into closer quarters more often than not, and each of them still had their own personal matters to occasionally tend to. Due discretion and respect was typically given, but. Well. If Reno had to fall asleep with his head under a pillow, he was going to make a nuisance of himself the next day(Reno conveniently ignored that his quarters shared a wall with Tseng's, and also conveniently neverminded all the times her might've disrupted someone else's sleep).
Besides, good-natured antagonization and mischief was (unfortunately) a few of the small ways Reno showed his affections for the others.
Ergo, when Tseng emerged from his quarters in whatever state pleased him, Reno was sitting at a small round table by himself, soaking up the early morning stillness. Judging by the way Reno's hair was a mess and he was only in a pair of loose pants, it was safe to say he wasn't long awake, despite already being diligently on task. There was, however, already a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of him, and batter still left in the counter for the others. ]
Well, well, well.
[ As soon as he saw whom had joined him, he set his phone down to put his elbow on the table, and his chin settled in his palm as a smirk skulked across his lips. A feline grin that reeked of petty delight and fiendish amusement. ]
Y'know Chief, if I knew you were gonna exercise last night, I've got a banger playlist I could've gave you.
[ He chewed on a mouth full of eggs for a second as he let that pointed choice of words sink in, and was right back at it after swallowing them down, still sporting that same grin. ]
Who knew praying to gods could be such a workout? Hope you stretched properly and stayed hydrated. Sounded pretty intense, yo.
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surely reno is filled with a strange sense of pride at his boss sluttin' it up
[ Much has changed in past years, some of Tseng's rendering as director of the Turks has been made to crumble at the hands of their working and living conditions. He surely feels more human to the four people that still keep close to him and he keeps close around himself. Sometimes that facade collapses away completely, but it never falls in such ruins that he won't piece it back together after a few hours.
The early morning air feels serene, but it doesn't last long once Reno opens his mouth. ]
Good morning, Reno.
[ His voice is measured and smooth, but Tseng sighs, adjusting the collar of his shirt. Even in this space, his "state of undress" doesn't break further down than wearing slacks and a dress shirt without the tie and jacket outside the room he occupies.
"Banger," he certainly scoffs a laugh. The flicker of amusement is hidden in his otherwise neutral expression. He counters the jab the same way he would in the field, with precision. ]
Maybe next time, your playlist can accompany your own late-night antics.
[ What he divulges of his night, in so far, is that he's not sorry Reno heard. Still, to be fair to his efforts, Tseng needs coffee before he can take any more of his needling. In passing, he glances at the stack of pancakes and gives his subordinate a look akin to a teacher at one of his students chewing gum, asking if he brought enough for the rest of the class. He spots the rest of the batter on the countertop, then.
(Elena is going to accuse Reno of just not wanting to wash up.)
Tseng considers his own breakfast options while the coffee machine screeches to life after he presses the On-button. Reno has swallowed the eggs and is able to jump back on the offense. Tseng's look is deadpan-hard. ]
If you think that was the sound of prayer, then I'd suggest broadening your understanding of the divine.
He absolutely is. he'll get tseng a 'congrats on the sex' cake
[ There were no idle reasons that Reno's loyalty was ever stalwart. Moments like these were few and far between, and if anything, treasured as reminders to being humans as much as they were Turks. Humans that had grown through so much together, he couldn't imagine a life without them and all of its ups and downs.
There was a toothy quirk to his grin--he'd long since learned to read all the subtleties of Tseng's words and body language, and knew a joke when he heard one. ]
I'll put it in the suggestion box with all my requests for a pizza party and have the board formally review it.
[ He quirks his head and nods towards the bowl of batter with an easy, welcoming smile to the batter as Tseng pressed him about the pancakes.
(Elena would be right, and Reno will absolutely groan about having to cook and clean, though part of his complaining was for the sake of entertaining the others at his expense. Another very small love letter from the redhead to his co-workers.)
He perked and glanced over to Tseng, his fork hanging idly from his lips. ]
Hm??
[ He pulled the fork out with a hum, snorting with a laugh as he did so.
He knew to let Tseng and Rufus get coffee in them before being any more of a menace, so he eased on the brakes a little and sweetened his teasing. ]
Someone sure had an awful lot of 'oh gods' going on in their room for a whole lot of not-praying, yo. I couldn't tell if I was mad cause I couldn't sleep, or cause I couldn't hi-five you for gettin' it in.
picturing that scene from b99 where they tell holt he needs to 'bone'
[ After taking the first sip and readying himself to return to the conversation, Tseng exhaled softly, allowing the caffeine to start its slow infiltration into his system. Reno's antics almost always found a way to needle through his composure. Tseng's deadpan expression remained, but there was a flicker in his eyes, something between amusement and resignation. ]
Bold, even for you. Or is the sleep deprivation clouding your judgment?
[ Tseng thought not, in fairness—sleep deprivation was less one of the things on a list of resistance training and more so baked into any ol' Turks workday. A rare, faint smirk touched his lips behind the rim of the mug, not broad or lingering, but enough to signal he wasn't entirely immune to the humor of the situation. ]
Though, if you're feeling left out, I'm sure we can find you someone to shout your name a few times.
[ (Again, most apparently Elena, with appropriate indignation vis-à-vis the pancake batter.)
And Tseng decided he didn't want anything sweet for breakfast. He set the mug down on the small table. With an eyebrow raised towards the other man, he concealed that he was straining his ears for any sound—or body—slipping out of his room. Nothing. The door was still closed, and no other movement could be heard. Satisfied, Tseng allowed himself to settle into the chair opposite Reno. ]
God I mean Tseng deals w the same thing basically. Bunch of frat idiots in downtime.
[ His brows raised and his head quirked at an angle, something of an appreciative smirk lingering on his face for a moment at the clapback. Tseng could always be trusted with the tactical strikes delivered as smooth as aged whiskey. ]
Y'know, one of these days, I'm gonna get that party, yo. Thought I'd have a chance with you all loosened up.
[ He conceded the round and did so with satisfaction, if the snorting laugh into his next bite of food was any indication.
Afterwards, Reno let the moment settle and gave the other time to wake more and ease into the day, but make no mistake. He was also keen on any movement behind that door. Reno, the nosy bastard he was, was wracked with curiosity. ]
Tell you what, if you can get Bossman to cut us loose, first couple rounds are on me. I wanna see the game that bagged whoever's behind that door.
[ He swung his fork towards Tseng and wagged it. It was crass, but then Reno wasn't always one for manners in lax settings. ]
Sucks that SOLDIER's pretty much gone. They were my favorite henhouse to get into.
[ He sighed forlornly and put an elbow on the table so he could sink his cheek pathetically into his palm like some sort of sad little meow meow. ]
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@Tson // feel free to handwave anyone as his bedmate. We'll make it work.
Every so often that routine was upstarted, if only because the fall of HQ had relegated the Turks and their President into closer quarters more often than not, and each of them still had their own personal matters to occasionally tend to. Due discretion and respect was typically given, but. Well. If Reno had to fall asleep with his head under a pillow, he was going to make a nuisance of himself the next day(Reno conveniently ignored that his quarters shared a wall with Tseng's, and also conveniently neverminded all the times her might've disrupted someone else's sleep).
Besides, good-natured antagonization and mischief was (unfortunately) a few of the small ways Reno showed his affections for the others.
Ergo, when Tseng emerged from his quarters in whatever state pleased him, Reno was sitting at a small round table by himself, soaking up the early morning stillness. Judging by the way Reno's hair was a mess and he was only in a pair of loose pants, it was safe to say he wasn't long awake, despite already being diligently on task. There was, however, already a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of him, and batter still left in the counter for the others. ]
Well, well, well.
[ As soon as he saw whom had joined him, he set his phone down to put his elbow on the table, and his chin settled in his palm as a smirk skulked across his lips. A feline grin that reeked of petty delight and fiendish amusement. ]
Y'know Chief, if I knew you were gonna exercise last night, I've got a banger playlist I could've gave you.
[ He chewed on a mouth full of eggs for a second as he let that pointed choice of words sink in, and was right back at it after swallowing them down, still sporting that same grin. ]
Who knew praying to gods could be such a workout? Hope you stretched properly and stayed hydrated. Sounded pretty intense, yo.
surely reno is filled with a strange sense of pride at his boss sluttin' it up
The early morning air feels serene, but it doesn't last long once Reno opens his mouth. ]
Good morning, Reno.
[ His voice is measured and smooth, but Tseng sighs, adjusting the collar of his shirt. Even in this space, his "state of undress" doesn't break further down than wearing slacks and a dress shirt without the tie and jacket outside the room he occupies.
"Banger," he certainly scoffs a laugh. The flicker of amusement is hidden in his otherwise neutral expression. He counters the jab the same way he would in the field, with precision. ]
Maybe next time, your playlist can accompany your own late-night antics.
[ What he divulges of his night, in so far, is that he's not sorry Reno heard. Still, to be fair to his efforts, Tseng needs coffee before he can take any more of his needling. In passing, he glances at the stack of pancakes and gives his subordinate a look akin to a teacher at one of his students chewing gum, asking if he brought enough for the rest of the class. He spots the rest of the batter on the countertop, then.
(Elena is going to accuse Reno of just not wanting to wash up.)
Tseng considers his own breakfast options while the coffee machine screeches to life after he presses the On-button. Reno has swallowed the eggs and is able to jump back on the offense. Tseng's look is deadpan-hard. ]
If you think that was the sound of prayer, then I'd suggest broadening your understanding of the divine.
He absolutely is. he'll get tseng a 'congrats on the sex' cake
There was a toothy quirk to his grin--he'd long since learned to read all the subtleties of Tseng's words and body language, and knew a joke when he heard one. ]
I'll put it in the suggestion box with all my requests for a pizza party and have the board formally review it.
[ He quirks his head and nods towards the bowl of batter with an easy, welcoming smile to the batter as Tseng pressed him about the pancakes.
(Elena would be right, and Reno will absolutely groan about having to cook and clean, though part of his complaining was for the sake of entertaining the others at his expense. Another very small love letter from the redhead to his co-workers.)
He perked and glanced over to Tseng, his fork hanging idly from his lips. ]
Hm??
[ He pulled the fork out with a hum, snorting with a laugh as he did so.
He knew to let Tseng and Rufus get coffee in them before being any more of a menace, so he eased on the brakes a little and sweetened his teasing. ]
Someone sure had an awful lot of 'oh gods' going on in their room for a whole lot of not-praying, yo. I couldn't tell if I was mad cause I couldn't sleep, or cause I couldn't hi-five you for gettin' it in.
picturing that scene from b99 where they tell holt he needs to 'bone'
Bold, even for you. Or is the sleep deprivation clouding your judgment?
[ Tseng thought not, in fairness—sleep deprivation was less one of the things on a list of resistance training and more so baked into any ol' Turks workday. A rare, faint smirk touched his lips behind the rim of the mug, not broad or lingering, but enough to signal he wasn't entirely immune to the humor of the situation. ]
Though, if you're feeling left out, I'm sure we can find you someone to shout your name a few times.
[ (Again, most apparently Elena, with appropriate indignation vis-à-vis the pancake batter.)
And Tseng decided he didn't want anything sweet for breakfast. He set the mug down on the small table. With an eyebrow raised towards the other man, he concealed that he was straining his ears for any sound—or body—slipping out of his room. Nothing. The door was still closed, and no other movement could be heard. Satisfied, Tseng allowed himself to settle into the chair opposite Reno. ]
God I mean Tseng deals w the same thing basically. Bunch of frat idiots in downtime.
Y'know, one of these days, I'm gonna get that party, yo. Thought I'd have a chance with you all loosened up.
[ He conceded the round and did so with satisfaction, if the snorting laugh into his next bite of food was any indication.
Afterwards, Reno let the moment settle and gave the other time to wake more and ease into the day, but make no mistake. He was also keen on any movement behind that door. Reno, the nosy bastard he was, was wracked with curiosity. ]
Tell you what, if you can get Bossman to cut us loose, first couple rounds are on me. I wanna see the game that bagged whoever's behind that door.
[ He swung his fork towards Tseng and wagged it. It was crass, but then Reno wasn't always one for manners in lax settings. ]
Sucks that SOLDIER's pretty much gone. They were my favorite henhouse to get into.
[ He sighed forlornly and put an elbow on the table so he could sink his cheek pathetically into his palm like some sort of sad little meow meow. ]