#ruluf

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The first time Reno see’s rain from above the plate, he’s mesmerized by the rivulets trickling down the windowpane. He’s supposed to be paying attention in the academy class, but both he and Ruluf just can’t look away. There’s so much of it, like the air is drowning. “Boys?...Boys? BOYS.” Barker sighs and moves to stand with the two youngsters, the old man watching the rain fall with them as they stare out the window. “Where is it all coming from??” Ruluf asks. “Up there. duh.” Reno snarks. He yelps when Ruluf punches him on the shoulder and Barker separates them before anything can start. Fairly easy when they’re both scrappy teens and he’s 6 feet and burly. “No shit Nix, it’s FALLING. But how’d it get up there in the first place?” Ruluf looks to Barker, eyes curious and bright. Despite being hardened criminals the Turks had been chasing for literal YEARS, its hard to forget that at the core of it all, they’re still teens lacking a formal education outside of street survival and back alley politics.  If there’s one thing Barker wants to do before he retires it’s to give the boys a good start. “How do you boys feel about a field trip to the meteorlogical station?” Reno snicker, “Whatchu gunna do, arrest the rain yo?” Barker catches the boy in a gentle headlock, mussing the wild red locks, “No you mouthy little shit, I’m going to show you how Rain is made. There’s more than one kind of station up on the plate! Not just the police station. They have a display in the building where they run the news forecast for weather. Grab your gear.” The boys grab their packs, and out the door the three went. Barker found their interest stayed focused far longer if he ran the classes according to what had their attention at a given time. Thankfully, they were curious about everything.

Reno had had no specific expectations pushing through the familiar door into the familiar crowd of this particular bar, but to say he was unsurprised would be understating it. No small comfort in that. The grin on his face as he slid onto a stool next to Ruluf - between the guy and the most irritated looking nearby patron, was to broad and too soft to be anything but genuine. “What? You owe me for something, yo? Gin double, on the rocks.” He eyed the whiskey as it arrived, steaming gently. “The hell you getting sick for?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Nah, I don’t owe you shit. My treat.” Ruluf set the gil on the counter for the two drinks. The tender gave him an odd look at his order of hot whiskey but gave Ruluf the heated whiskey anyway. He’d learned not to ask with Turks. Ruluf took a solid swig and sighed in the relief the liquor brought to his throat. “Shit Reno, y’say tha’ like ah went out’n bought myself some sick. Booster shots week with Science Department. Nipping that stuff in the bud before it gets me down for two weeks like last time.”

Finally getting some action.

Ruluf: -chuckles- “Whatever you say.”   

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