Gods don't even want to know shit about the fucked up kinds of things that used to happen under those tables, believe me.

[ Not that he was ever under them himself, personally, but he knows a guy. ...Knew a guy. Man! This is awkward! It's weird, having to frame his own mind two years in the past when it's been so consistently stuck in the present. A zoom-out (he's getting the hang of pinching and pulling to see what he wants to see, look at him go!) tells him that these garages are basically the same, and the date on this picture feels like nothing more than the counter on a bomb, ticking its way down. Just x number of days, hours, minutes until the whole thing collapses in a pile of rubble that he and his partner will be digging through in search of Rufus. No more fancy red bike, no more Shinra building. No more Midgar.

And yet they're shooting the shit about what went on under the tables in the offices of people who bit the fuckin' dust and haven't even so much as crossed his mind once ever since. (And good riddance.)

Shaking his head, Reno starts to hand the phone back, then changes his mind and keeps it to poke around on. Don't mind him, he's just going to fuck around a little bit and see what he finds out. ]

I've known you five whole minutes and I don't believe for a second you're the type of guy who "behaves himself."

[ A super brief glance up. ]

SOLDIERs never are. Thirds, Firsts, doesn't matter. You're all a bunch of fucking troublemakers.

[ Probably why I liked 'em so much, he thinks about tacking on, but decides absolutely the fuck not. Reaches for his beer instead. ]