[ He could still feel it, electric and warm under his skin. Hands under his coat, solid muscle that was instead pliable and soft under his own hands. The easy fit of two bodies, the flutter of hungry breaths, and kisses that had almost opened floodgates. It kept his heartbeat fast and his thoughts racing with almosts, what-ifs, shouldn'ts, and buts.
He stared at his conversation with Rude on the matter, tapping his thumb idly on the phone's case as he turned all of his thoughts over and over in his head.
He checked the time and pursed his lips, chewing over his options with knitted brows as, for once, uncertainty hung over his head like a sword. But still, he stood and snapped his phone shut after a final message shot to Rude, and left the Turks' floor to head down for the garages.
The elevator's doors opened to a busy scene: Infantry loading a spare vehicle with supplies and tools, and final checks being made for the party's leave. Reno lingered a moment with his hands in his pockets, chewing on the popsicle stick hanging from his lips. But, he'd slide right out between the closing doors and weave through the hum-drum of preparations, coming up to the small party assigned for departure.
He shot a glance to Sephiroth going over a list with a few infantrymen, snorting with irritation as he stopped by Zack. ]
About time Lazard kicked him out on the field.
[ As angered as Reno was by how Lazard handled Modeoheim, he wouldn't linger on the subject. Instead, he bit off some of what little was left of his popsicle and continued, expression lightening to something relaxed and easier: ]
Have fun camping out in the boonies for a week with those party animals. Shouldn't be too bad though. Maybe clear your head out there. Besides, you're from a reactor town too, right?
All of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling
He stared at his conversation with Rude on the matter, tapping his thumb idly on the phone's case as he turned all of his thoughts over and over in his head.
He checked the time and pursed his lips, chewing over his options with knitted brows as, for once, uncertainty hung over his head like a sword. But still, he stood and snapped his phone shut after a final message shot to Rude, and left the Turks' floor to head down for the garages.
The elevator's doors opened to a busy scene: Infantry loading a spare vehicle with supplies and tools, and final checks being made for the party's leave. Reno lingered a moment with his hands in his pockets, chewing on the popsicle stick hanging from his lips. But, he'd slide right out between the closing doors and weave through the hum-drum of preparations, coming up to the small party assigned for departure.
He shot a glance to Sephiroth going over a list with a few infantrymen, snorting with irritation as he stopped by Zack. ]
About time Lazard kicked him out on the field.
[ As angered as Reno was by how Lazard handled Modeoheim, he wouldn't linger on the subject. Instead, he bit off some of what little was left of his popsicle and continued, expression lightening to something relaxed and easier: ]
Have fun camping out in the boonies for a week with those party animals. Shouldn't be too bad though. Maybe clear your head out there. Besides, you're from a reactor town too, right?