#spritedrawled

  " yo boss, next time watch out - i might not be...

reno !! would !! be !! hurt !! if !! he !! truly !! felt !! pain !! but !! still !! ouchies !!

it's hard to catch a turk off guard, that is if you're a civilian. but he's not and he knows exactly how to sneak up on the silverette, knows how to pin her wrists and move his head in case hers comes back in an attempt to knock against his nose. reno knows her better than anyone on the force. so when he pulls her down onto the bed, rem nearly bucks her way out of his hold with sheer force --- there's that scent of spiced rum and the heavy cloud of smoke that clings to his flesh.

   "--- renton."

she huffs lightly, a soft chuckle leaving her mouth in a hushed breath. rem has no choice but to laugh, because rem can't be mad at him. she shifts in his hold, inhaling slowly as though she figures she could get drunk just off of his scent. cold fingertips slide up the side of his heated neck, dipping through the coagulating blood; lips part as a finger enters and her tongue licks the digit clean of the dead man's nectar. a shoulder lifts in a slight shrug; she prefers it when it's nice and fresh -- hot against her mouth. he's going to get the bed dirty. her body moves to fit more comfortably against his own, a leg sliding between his, a hand in his hair. it reminds her of when she first joined, how she'd stumble to his apartment and crash in his bed.

     " --- ain't done this inna while... ya okay..?"

GENESIS.       — ahhh… thumb and forefinger to the bridge of one’s nose.

( text ) :  lovely though i’m sure that would be…

the ceiling is so dull.       sprawled elegantly across three seats by himself, genesis stares up at that mistake and it only alternates with the flimsy screen of his phone. it’s off-white and plain as plain could be - if plain ever wished to scare off potential suitors, it would go for this kind of panelling; that much is certain.         the walls are just as bloody bad; the windows, the view — one’s nails, filed straight and tidy, are a tick less drab.well, they’re not drab at all, but.goddess.

( text ) :  ask sephiroth to ask me to come over. otherwise i shan’t move.

random encounter.  ||  @spritedrawled

    cloud’s brows  FURROW  discreetly, expression straining not to betray his inevitable frustration. gloved fingers tap against his hip, and bright blue eyes wander;  make attempt to situate themselves most anywhere but on the turk’s  …  well, anything. it’s like reno is trying  TO MAKE  this difficult  …  (  ‘ this ’  being the blatantly reluctant truce of sorts between himself  &  AVALANCHE, and what remains of shinra.  )  but, he supposes, that’s nothing new. with a soft, breathy exhale through his nostrils, cloud  HALTS  the motion against his hip.

• quick stop dry cleaners | @spritedrawled

“What?” He’s distracted by the altercation that went down. The intention was to strike fear in the heart of the perpetrator, not bash his head to a bloody pulp. But what could you really do when they pull a gun out and have every plan to squeeze the trigger without a second thought? He was lucky to instate Reno on this little trip, the Turk was always seconds ahead and the gun was brandished out of the other’s hand once Reno laid the smack-down on him with his EMR.

He glanced down at his suit, once white and pristine—he favored wearing light colors when meeting others. All other shades in his closet were usually worn out of leisure. There was a flick of blood on the surface of his lapel. He huffed.