Coffee Break (Open)

[Reno]

Reno shook his hair out of his eyes as he walked, wincing slightly as he pressed a finger to the cut on his lip. His eyebrows knitted together a little as he frowned, thinking of the guy that had given it to him. It had been on the mission he had only just gotten back from. The asshole had some information and documents that ShinRa needed, but had been trying to hide from them, so Reno had been sent to find the guy. Unluckily for Reno, he hadn’t anticipated on the guy having such a mean right hook.

Making an irritated noise in the back of his throat, he tilted back on his office chair, resting his feet on his desk. He had to admit though, it was nice being back in the ShinRa building instead of himself and the others all cramped up in Healin. It was nice to have his own office again, and nice to be back feeling like he actually was Second-In-Command because he held some more authority again since ShinRa had more employees and the Turks were back to their usual business.

He glanced at his computer screen and pulled a face at the semi-blank document he had on the screen. He really didn’t want to do the mission report right now… Stupid paperwork isn’t my strong point… That’s Rude’s. But, rather unfortunately, Rude wasn’t around at the moment for Reno to pester about helping him with this or annoying Rude until he said yes talking Rude into doing it for him.

It wasn’t that Reno couldn’t do the paperwork, because he could do it quite well. He was just…lazy when it came to this side of things. He would much rather by out actually doing a mission than sitting and writing about it. With a sigh, he lifted his feet off of his desk and stood up, making his way through to the kind of lounge for the Turks that was just a little down the hall. Walking over to the coffee machine, he set about getting himself some joe before he would try and tackle that report. A pout worked its way onto his lips as he thought about it.



Words: 364
Muse: Good
Music: "Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot
Tagged: Open
Outfit: Turk uniform
Notes: I just wanted to get a thread started with my favourite redhead, haha XD

[elena]

The pen alternated from her fingers to her mouth, foot tapping impatiently on the floor. Before her, the printer spit out page after page of files that weren't her own and had been doing so for a good three minutes. A quick flick through them told her they were all copies of the same information. Someone was going to get chewed out for this and Elena, suddenly paranoid, yanked one of the sheets from the tray to make sure it wasn't her own. She breathed a sigh of relief, yanking the pen from her mouth and twirling it once more in her fingers. "Come on," she whined, laying her head on the copier's top. She groaned, huffed, and straightened up, fingers dancing along the buttons in hopes to cancel whatever job was printing. Fortunately for everyone -- before she broke it as she was most likely going to do, the printer stuttered and shifted. Leaning over the tray, a grin overtook her face to see her paperwork being spit out.

Elena pulled the papers from the machine, turning the pen the right way and signing them with a flourish. Grabbing the labeled folder from a work table, she slid the papers into it, moving down the hall. Happy she'd finished both mission and paperwork successfully, Elena dropped it in it's proper slot, checked her PHS (no messages, thank the gods), and headed off to the lounge to take a break. She was barely in the door when she recognized the shock of red hair standing at the coffee machine.

"Reno," she greeted politely. She moved up beside him, grabbing her mug from the drying rack and turned to face him. "Are you -- What happened to your lip?" Concern flickered over her face. She set her mug down, looking for a cloth or paper towels to offer him.

While Elena had no problem scolding Reno about his work ethic or yelling in his ear when he was sluggish with a hangover, he was, like the rest of the Turks, an irreplaceable part of her life. She'd overheard Reno use the word 'family' once and as soon as she had, she knew it was true. She loved them, Reno, Tseng, Rude, even Rufus, and seeing them injured, even just the cut on Reno's lip, was enough to make her upset.

[Reno]

Reno was currently trying to think of how he would have to hold or angle his mug to drink from it without hurting his lip. Even frowning or pouting his lips was pulling at the small wound. It wasn’t all that painful by any means; he’d had far worse injuries before thanks to his line of work. Frankly, he counted himself lucky when it was only small things like this that he got, because he knew it could have been so much worse in a lot of situations. However, even if the guy had managed to catch Reno a little off-guard with that right hook of his, he hadn’t been all that quick or clever.

“Reno.”

He glanced up from where he had been intently staring at the coffee machine while lost in thought, and turned his head to see Elena approaching. “Yo,” he said in his own form of greeting. The presence of the petite blonde beside him brought the corners of his lips up slightly. As annoyed as he could get sometimes when she decided to scold him about being lazy, she was still a part of the Turk ‘family’. He snorted out loud as he got a rather amusing mental picture of them in some sort of family portrait, with Tseng as the mommy. Besides, he supposed he earned some of those scoldings she liked to give him. Some of them.

“Are you – What happened to your lip?”

Reno looked at Elena again, raising an eyebrow at her as she started to look around, a concerned look on her face. A smile cracked his lips, making his eyebrows furrow again slightly as it caused a small amount of pain, and he chuckled slightly. “It’s okay, yo,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’ll be healed in no time. Just watch.” He winked at her jokingly, still smiling.

He did seem to have some sort of ability to bounce back from injury fairly quickly. He was a fast healer, and was the type of person that you couldn’t keep down for very long. He would bounce back quicker than ever, and be ready to work or fight again. He would admit that it had stung slightly when Elena was first promoted to being a Turk when he was injured from fighting Cloud, Tifa and Barret. It was like she was a replacement, and not just there because they were short on numbers. Of course, he had just been being stupid in his thinking because he was bitter about losing to AVALANCHE, even if he had still completed his mission.

He had quickly come to care for the young blonde once he had gotten to know her. She seemed to have a similar talent to him in regards that she seemed to attract trouble. Although, what they attracted was different types of trouble. The type that Reno attracted was the sort that got him injured pretty badly, but with Elena...well, she had been kidnapped a few times now. Reno had been so worried about her, and Tseng, when they had been attacked and tortured by the Remnants. Thank Gaia for that caped crusader, Vincent Valentine... Without him, Reno didn’t know if they would have made it away alive.

A thought occurred to him then, and he turned towards Elena with the pout back on his lips. “Elenaaa,” he whined, also giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Just by his tone and his look, he knew she would figure out immediately that he was after something. Reno also knew he was risking getting yelled at or scolded for what he was about to ask, but he figured it was worth a shot anyway, since she had been concerned beforehand.



Words: 614
Muse: Good
Music: “You’ve Made Your Bed (So Sleep In It)” by YouMeAtSix, “Get Off My Back” by Bryan Adams, “Everything Goes Dark” by The Hoosiers, “Just For Tonight” by Ville Valo & Manna
Tagged: Elena/Open
Outfit: Turk uniform
Notes: hmm, I hope my Reno is okay ><;;