#devilreno

Rufus smiles without turning his head. He knew from the gait who it was, and with Reno this close, there's no mistaking him. He smells like home. His touch is familiar.

Besides, no one other than Reno would dare presume this much familiarity with him. He drinks in the contact in quiet for a couple of minutes, basking in the knowledge that Reno is here and not going anywhere anytime soon if he has his way.

Eventually he turns his head to capture Reno's lips. He can't get enough of him since his return.

Misfortune has taken a liking to the fighter, for her journey thus far has been naught but perilous. Rest --of the soul and body is just out of reach, deceivingly attainable yet fleeting and unsure. This time, Tifa was certain her journey would end; though not as nicely as she had hoped.

She had ventured too far from the others, and is struggling to bear the fiend's inflictions. Her mind is becoming hazy, and the edges of her vision are blurred with confusion. A knee falls to the floor and a dull ache encapsulates her leg. Ill-equipped, the fighter had run out of potions. She attempts to survey the area, in hopes of finding a chance to escape. When she looks back however, the creature had cast a limb in her direction and the fighter is convinced that this is the end.

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Is it more impressive out drinking Reno or carrying him?

Either way 100 gil bet wasn’t worth it.

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           On the run. That’s what Zack and Cloud have been doing year after year, at least this time Zack had a better idea in getting into Midgar. As they travelled a long way on the truck something suddenly stopped the vehicle, a black helicopter with a male with red hair standing in the way. Zack cursed under his breath as he started to jump out of the truck.

             ❝ Stay right here, Cloud. I’ll be back. ❞

           With that the raven jumped out of the back and faced the Turk. Great. It was just his luck to run into the Turks. Instead of bringing ShinRa soldier’s to face him they had to bring in the Turks. They always seemed to get the dirtiest of jobs. Was Tseng really going to try and fight Zack head on with his men? It would be the biggest mistake he could have ever made.

            ❝ I guess they are sending in the big guns to take us out, huh? Give my regards to Cissnei and Tseng would ‘ya? ❞

@devilreno​ ❤’d for a starter.

Bubblegum smacks between her lips as she stares at her unexpected adversary, the hazy glow of an artificial sun peppering freckles to life along bare shoulders. She’s not entirely sure what part of ‘mind the ancient’ required sport-based warfare, but she’s game for a little entertainment all the same. Basketball in hand, Aerith bounces it once on those dusty church steps, the uneven ground underfoot an added obstacle to accompany the uncomfortable prickle of heat as she sets Reno her entirely childish challenge.