#twerp

Twerp - Rock Phone

im trying my best here

James: If 'womb' is pronounced 'woom' and 'tomb' is pronounced 'toom' -

Meowth: Shouldn't 'bomb' be pronounced 'boom'?

Reno never understood the point of ShinRa issued suits for the Turks. The sharp image helped instill the intimidation factor of the elite group, however the material, while holding stretch, was completely suffocating in the heat of battle. Furthermore, the ebony material did not take kindly to food greases. Fourth sticky and greasy chocobo stick was consumed, and the wooden skewer was tossed in the nearly overflowing garbage bin. Fingers smacked against lips to rid digits of excess flavourings before sleeve was drawn up to wipe mouth and fingers moved against thigh to clean himself up several degrees. With the padding of gil in his pocket, he was able to afford any restaurant in Midgar, however whether he’d be actually seated was a totally different manner.

Who needed snails dipped in butter for 1,000 gil when chocobo skewers were 10 gil a pop. The shop owner, through gaze alone, did not take well to the redhead’s presence, but the middle aged man was more than pleased with the bills he was setting down. It was not often Reno resorted to walking around in a casual manner unless he had intentions of bar hopping. Mingling among people, common people, reminded him too much of a past he was more than glad to leave in the past. Unlike the majority of his co-workers, Reno enjoyed socialization, noise, strange happenings. In lieu of the Golden Saucer, he sniffed around the sectors for anything of interest. People talked casually with one another while sharing cigarettes, shady men entered dimly lit alleyways, and young women coquettishly laughed merrily and winked at people of interest.

It was a dull and rudimentary affair. Spotting a confectionery stand, Reno decided to indulge his gluttony once more. Hand moved for the wallet within the inner pocket of his blazer when a pipsqueak voice chirped at him. Slender scarlet eyebrow arched at the unexpected presence of the kid, and the Turk took in his out of sorts appearance quietly for several moments. It almost sounded like a ploy to distract him. A pick-pocket companion was, perhaps, working his way to rid the Turk of some of his gil; Reno knew the ploy well from his youth. Nothing transpired, and Reno tilted his head to smirk slightly.

                                    (  ❛  Lookin’ for your momma’ or something?  ❜  ) 

The blonde child didn’t look like a slum kid, but he did not have the trappings of a kid of wealth. The Turk turned away to order his green tea ice-cream topped pastry, paid for the sugar drenched meal, and then returned to look at the teenager. Turquoise eyes continued to watch in silence as he, somewhat comically, licked the swirl of ice-cream.

                                     (  ❛ What are ya looking for, kid? Don’t tell me you’ve never been in Midgar before. ❜  )