[ His lips curled into a vulpine grin, and something smugly delighted melted into his features. He rolled his jaw as his brows perked with intrigue at the thought, watching a few infantry hands scatter now that the caravan was packed. ]
Yeah, I could get a little hoppy for that.
[ Reno was just satisfied to see one of the other Firsts finally getting off of their ass and attending a mission. So far as Reno was concerned, the trio had given up, and sloughed all of their troubles onto Zack. He'd watch them leave this one man to try and solve all of their problems and hold a crumbling department together.
There were details Reno knew even the Turks weren't privy too, things that they were too busy to investigate that might put the situation into context for an outsider looking into the department, but that didn't matter to him. Not after the state Zack had been in after coming back from Modeoheim.
If Zack finally had help on the field, he wouldn't complain.
But the rough hand along his cheek, that brief moment hung suspended in the air as bright green eyes flickered to sky blues through dark lashes. His breath caught, and the softness of the moment threw him off guard. His brows raised and his lips pursed at first, as if that would hide the flush of red blooming on his face.
His neck craned as he shifting to pull Zack moreso into the kiss, and an impish parting nip at one of his lips for the stolen intimacy. He made a little show of licking across his lips after to lap up the lingering taste of Zack's lips on his with a thoughtful hum. ]
What d'you mean, don't-make-it-back? There's two Firsts on duty and you're just pulling Turk work. Maybe clearing out some beasts.
[ A corner of his lips pulled into a pout. ]
Yeah, she's been making eyes at you alright, but I wouldn't be bothering if I wasn't serious. I didn't wanna just stand by and let you be the one that got away, yo.
[ He looked forward at the trucks, brows knitted as he spoke through his pout. ]
There's fuck all to do out in Nibelheim, just take some time for yourself and figure out what you want. Y'know--get some of that fresh middle-of-nowhere air to clear your head.
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Yeah, I could get a little hoppy for that.
[ Reno was just satisfied to see one of the other Firsts finally getting off of their ass and attending a mission. So far as Reno was concerned, the trio had given up, and sloughed all of their troubles onto Zack. He'd watch them leave this one man to try and solve all of their problems and hold a crumbling department together.
There were details Reno knew even the Turks weren't privy too, things that they were too busy to investigate that might put the situation into context for an outsider looking into the department, but that didn't matter to him. Not after the state Zack had been in after coming back from Modeoheim.
If Zack finally had help on the field, he wouldn't complain.
But the rough hand along his cheek, that brief moment hung suspended in the air as bright green eyes flickered to sky blues through dark lashes. His breath caught, and the softness of the moment threw him off guard. His brows raised and his lips pursed at first, as if that would hide the flush of red blooming on his face.
His neck craned as he shifting to pull Zack moreso into the kiss, and an impish parting nip at one of his lips for the stolen intimacy. He made a little show of licking across his lips after to lap up the lingering taste of Zack's lips on his with a thoughtful hum. ]
What d'you mean, don't-make-it-back? There's two Firsts on duty and you're just pulling Turk work. Maybe clearing out some beasts.
[ A corner of his lips pulled into a pout. ]
Yeah, she's been making eyes at you alright, but I wouldn't be bothering if I wasn't serious. I didn't wanna just stand by and let you be the one that got away, yo.
[ He looked forward at the trucks, brows knitted as he spoke through his pout. ]
There's fuck all to do out in Nibelheim, just take some time for yourself and figure out what you want. Y'know--get some of that fresh middle-of-nowhere air to clear your head.