[ Since the farm, Reno has been working very little. Oh, don't be silly, he hasn't taken any time off. But he's mostly only present there in body, not mind. It's fortunate they've had very little real work to focus on outside of their office, because it's seemed to him that he's going to need to save his energy for something. Just not sure what. He's been biding all that he has—time, strength, resolve, emotions. Compartmentalizing it and keeping it running on low capacity, the reserves barely more than skin-deep on the outside. Making a lot of effort on the outside to regain his footing. He'd lost nearly ten pounds since Gooski's that he couldn't afford, and now he's put that back on and maybe even a little then-some. He's stripped the artificial color from his hair and hasn't ever gotten around to dyeing it back in, reddish-brown and natural, muted and almost drab compared to his bright and shiny typical veneer, and yet... not bad. God, he's barely seen it this way since he was so very young. But then again, he's barely seen any of this side of himself since he was young. Times are a-changin'.
When Tseng beckons, Reno is quick to answer. He sends no actual reply, but his access to the network is as good as. His suit's a little wet at the shoulders, and his hair, too. He looks well. Like he's getting a grip. This is of course all according to plan. When he enters the cafe, not anyplace he's particularly familiar with, but also it's Midgar and it's the slums and everywhere is someplace he's familiar with, he knows where to look for Tseng right away and slides neatly into the seat diagonal from him, so that his back is to the other wall in the corner. It's all so deliciously classic. Meeting in a place like this, at a time like this, with secret messages like this... there may be a lazy casualness to how Reno slumps in his chair and grins, but his eyes are as bright and intrigued as can be. ]
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When Tseng beckons, Reno is quick to answer. He sends no actual reply, but his access to the network is as good as. His suit's a little wet at the shoulders, and his hair, too. He looks well. Like he's getting a grip. This is of course all according to plan. When he enters the cafe, not anyplace he's particularly familiar with, but also it's Midgar and it's the slums and everywhere is someplace he's familiar with, he knows where to look for Tseng right away and slides neatly into the seat diagonal from him, so that his back is to the other wall in the corner. It's all so deliciously classic. Meeting in a place like this, at a time like this, with secret messages like this... there may be a lazy casualness to how Reno slumps in his chair and grins, but his eyes are as bright and intrigued as can be. ]
Yooo. Been waitin' long?