The second they walk in, Reno sees right away why Tseng thinks he wouldn't like it. Honestly, he might even know before they walk in, when he catches that scent of something distinctly feminine and very strangely familiar. It probably should have dawned on him that this "fix" would be a disguise beyond just changing his hair color and wearing different clothes, maybe some makeup to cover up his more obvious features. If he had known to expect this, well... he'd have been bouncing off the walls. ]
Oh, fuck.
[ That's before Tseng even opens up the closet. That's just a comment on the setting, the gaudy furniture, the tools of the trade, as he once heard them called, lain out all over seemingly every surface. This very room is not familiar to him at all, but it's very, very reminiscent of places that used to be. In some ways, yeah, he doesn't like it. It's a little too uncanny, a little bit too much of a reminder of a life he never asked for and wasn't ever really given a choice about. There was a time when he was, by some actual to-his-face accounts, only good for one thing. He was allowed to walk the pristine marble halls of Shinra Inc. only because of his one special talent. And that special talent, as it turned out, irony of ironies, had a lot to do with this. It was kind of a messed up time, he realizes now, looking back. Seriously, what the fuck? They work for some sick fucking people.
But honestly... that's only half the story. The other half is in how Reno's eyes light up at the pretty little garment Tseng holds up for him. Reno takes it from him, holding it by the neck of the hanger, and turns it this way and that to look it over. That's a quality dress, right there. And this fabric... yeah. Finally, he holds the thing up to his own body, approximating where it will fit around his chest and shoulders, how far down it will come on his legs. Not very far, as it turns out. Not very far at all.
You're too fucking old for that shit. Definitely too fucking old to be tryin' to pass for "cute" anymore. Time to grow up and do big boy jobs like everyone else.
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Yeah? More like "looked better on my floor."
[ So anyway, what in the fresh hell is all this.
The second they walk in, Reno sees right away why Tseng thinks he wouldn't like it. Honestly, he might even know before they walk in, when he catches that scent of something distinctly feminine and very strangely familiar. It probably should have dawned on him that this "fix" would be a disguise beyond just changing his hair color and wearing different clothes, maybe some makeup to cover up his more obvious features. If he had known to expect this, well... he'd have been bouncing off the walls. ]
Oh, fuck.
[ That's before Tseng even opens up the closet. That's just a comment on the setting, the gaudy furniture, the tools of the trade, as he once heard them called, lain out all over seemingly every surface. This very room is not familiar to him at all, but it's very, very reminiscent of places that used to be. In some ways, yeah, he doesn't like it. It's a little too uncanny, a little bit too much of a reminder of a life he never asked for and wasn't ever really given a choice about. There was a time when he was, by some actual to-his-face accounts, only good for one thing. He was allowed to walk the pristine marble halls of Shinra Inc. only because of his one special talent. And that special talent, as it turned out, irony of ironies, had a lot to do with this. It was kind of a messed up time, he realizes now, looking back. Seriously, what the fuck? They work for some sick fucking people.
But honestly... that's only half the story. The other half is in how Reno's eyes light up at the pretty little garment Tseng holds up for him. Reno takes it from him, holding it by the neck of the hanger, and turns it this way and that to look it over. That's a quality dress, right there. And this fabric... yeah. Finally, he holds the thing up to his own body, approximating where it will fit around his chest and shoulders, how far down it will come on his legs. Not very far, as it turns out. Not very far at all.
You're too fucking old for that shit. Definitely too fucking old to be tryin' to pass for "cute" anymore. Time to grow up and do big boy jobs like everyone else.
Reno looks up, deviously delighted. ]
Why, Chief. You spoil me!