#rigortus

❝ turning back will be impossible. ❞

blue hues stare at the caved in exit of the cave for a long moment, every swear and insult reno could possibly think of flying through his head, damning and willing for the rocks to just . . . disappear. or not leave him in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with @rigortus. his gaze turns to the blond to give him a withering side eye, though reno doubts the other sees it as he's already walking off. the nerve of this guy. course he had to get stuck with some guy to hellbent on his mission.

❝ oh, really ? you don't fucking say. ❞ all his humor, gone. buried in the rubble, leaving only dry sarcasm and an overpowering desire to be anywhere but here in its place. ❝ never would've guessed that, thanks captain obvious. ❞ did leon deserve to be at the end of his scathing frustration ? probably not, but it was always easier to target it at someone else. it doesn't stop him from trudging after the other though, given his radio wasn't working and lack of other options.

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normally, reno only happened by leon's apartment when the other was already there. seeing as he was a man with his own apartment and job. he could use any excuse for being there, but what was there to say ? he had missed the officer, and late night meetings such as this could only mean one thing. and the hot mess of . . . whatever leon was to him was the only signal he needed. catching him momentarily unaware was all the better, the sharp inhale of breath making warmth pull in his stomach. now if only this damn uniform was off him already. all his eagerness pales to the layers still adorning the other, palm flexing and teeth biting through fabric when he wanted nothing separating them. he tries to unbutton the shirt with just his teeth and tongue, though the results leave a lot to be desired.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing ?

[ txt: rookie ] oh ? does racoon city's darling officer miss me ?

the text brings a soft laugh from his lips, entirely too genuine for him normally, but felt right for the moment. it was cute, @rigortus asking him what he was wearing before their little date, thinking about him. a date, not a hang out . . . casual, but in another realm that reno hadn't ventured in for a long time. he shook his head, ridding his thoughts before they delved into something deeper. he could ponder the direction of their relationship later, after everything and he was back home. rising to his feet, reno travels the short distance to his mirror, flashing a peace sign as he snapped a picture.

[ txt: rookie ] ( image attached ) i was going to surprise you when you showed up, but since you asked so nicely

[ txt: rookie ] this work ? wouldn't want to give the general public the wrong idea about you

a joke, though he has to hold himself back from mentioning leon's little fanbase. he didn't give a shit about his own reputation, and he doubted being seen with leon in his police cruiser would tarnish his reputation, but still.

[ txt: rookie ] just lmk when you're here, and i'll come down

look at me. how many fingers am i holding up ?

looking at leon was the easy part. he's spent the better part of nine years looking at him, gazing upon his husband like he was the only thing that mattered. sentimentality aside, looking at his fingers was considerably harder. turquoise eyes squint in the low light, the only guiding factor he has being @rigortus' concerned expression, their flashlights, and the fact that he only had a limited number of options to guess from. a sigh falls from his lips, more winded from their little altercation than he'd like. a hand reaches up to run through messy locks, studying the man's fingers once more before making his guess.

❝ uh . . . four ? ❞

you're always so ... well-equipped.

BALLISTICS !!!!

i'm still fucking crying over this bitch ! jaskdhjakshdjksahdjsakd this the best thing ever.

leon twists  reno's arm  behind  their  back .

even as his face meets the marble flooring of the castle, reno has to admit he's impressed. only a fool would underestimate a government changed agent sent to a foreign country to rescue the president's daughter, but still, leon was far more agile than reno gave him credit for. the redhead couldn't do much in ways of brute strength against him, but no one could beat him when it came to flexibility. having an even match, one that was even a challenge, made excitement spark in his veins, electric as he tried to squirm against the hold.

❝ eheh, not bad, golden boy. ❞ his words are half smothered between his cheek and the floor, but he shifts his head just so he could grin at @rigortus, gaze wild between strands of unruly hair. ❝ unfortunately for you, i'm not one to go down easy ! ❞ he throws his shoulder back in the same motion that he twists, rolling them both over. their scuffle continues, punches and kicks parried perfectly by the other. reno only gets the upper hand when leon makes a minute mistake, but one that he exploits. clutching the blond's wrists his own by leon's head, reno presses his knee into the other's stomach, his breathless smirk returning with his triumph.

❝ how about we both just relax and have a normal conversation like adults, hm ? ❞

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