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Log; Ongoing

When; Yesterday evening! [10/26]
Rating; Probably PG-13 for cursing.
Characters; Reeve

urbandev and Reno

elevatorwarrior
Summary; Reeve tells Reno to stop moping. Reno does not think highly of Reeve's suggestion.
Log;

Birds trilled overhead as the last rays of light filtered through the leaves overhead. The great outdoors was never Reeve's favorite place to be, in any of its incarnations. He didn't think it was a favorite of the TURK's, either. Not that it mattered much, he just wanted to find his wayward comrade, drag him home, douse him in a very cold shower and then go sleep so he could show up in the morning and mock the other man's hangover. Reeve was a simple man, and he enjoyed his simple, schadenfreudeistic pleasures.

As he walked, he poured over their previous conversation in his head. He trudged deeper into the forest with some trepidation. He couldn't be killed more dead, could he?"

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Based on his mood and the level of thinking he needed to do, Reno wouldn't have been adverse to finding out if someone who was City Dead could become more so, though his alcohol intake had been light since he'd sobered up after that last pathetic entry of his.

When he told Cissnei he needed to think, he'd been lying of course, but since decided that'd be a pretty good idea... and Reeve... Why'd the guy have to constantly rain on his parade, anyway? So there he was, sitting on a rock and just staring out into the forest, not doing much until he thought he heard some movement up the path.

Couldn't be, right? He'd told Reeve he'd kick his ass, right? He didn't think Reeve would have the guts enough to actually come out here.

That was because the Reeve Reno remembered was the Reeve who'd let the TURKs kidnap a little girl and then showed up to babysit. Apparently Reno had missed the memo that the squirmy little executive he'd known was now Commissioner of the World Regenisis Organization and therefor a badass.

He sighed, finding the TURK sulking on his stone. Maudlin was almost worse than drunk. "A man could catch his death out here." Only Reeve could summon that level of irony without even changing his inflection.

"You forget, people can't really die here, can they?" Reno retorted, not bothering to look up at Reeve. "Oh wait, look who I'm talking to. Mr. Zombie! Oh my, you gonna eat my brains or something? Should I be scared?" The sarcasm dripped off every word, and it wasn't even that good.

"I thought I told ya if you showed up, I'd kick your ass. You're begging for it, aren't you?" There was no mistaking that tone; the calm, low one with just an edge of dangerous to it. Reno's serious voice.

Reeve sighed. There was something about the redhead that made him just want to haul off and punch the other man in the face, but he hadn't gotten so far in life by giving in to his baser instincts. "Yes. I am a zombie. And a vampire. You are going home. Right now." He didn't move in to touch the TURK. Not yet. He wasn't stupid.

Maybe a little, but not that stupid.

Reno finally leveled a red eyed glare at the man, and sighed that sigh full of suffering over idiots and dead men. "Reeve, until I get this figured out, I'm not going back there. Not to that apartment, not to that girl that shouldn't even be there, and not to..." Trailing off, every possible way he could think of ending that sentence flashed through his head. Not to pretending as if nothing ever happened.

"...I'm tired of staying strong." He finally mumbled under his breath, barely audible. "I'm not going back."

Reeve sighed, moving in front of the TURK and settling down so that he could face the other man. Tomorrow they were going to have a chat about forty year old joints and the things they couldn't do.

"And Cissnei will really appreciate it if you hide out here and freeze half to death." He shook his head. "I'm not going to make you go back to her, Reno, but you don't get to sulk out here all night either." And so saying, he hooked his elbows under Reno's arms and hauled the man up to his feet.

And ohgodhisback which he would ALSO be addressing with the TURK tomorrow.

The instant Reeve touched him, Reno grew a big, unhealthy smirk, allowing Reeve to pull him to his feet.

"I told you..."

A small half step later, Reno stomped hard on Reeve's foot, bringing an elbow up under his chin at the same time. A fist flew towards the commissioner's eye right after, typical of the speed Reno was capable of.

"I'd kick your ass!"

Oh, Reeve saw it coming. He didn't even try to move away though he did flinch a bit when the fist came towards his eye.

"Got that out of your system?"

"No." Another fist flew, this time towards Reeve's chin, using the full force of his body.

He staggered back, clipping his heel on a nearby twig and falling gracelessly to the ground.

With as much dignity as he could muster, Reeve rose to his feet, brushing dirt off of his pants. "The first time I deserved it," he admitted. "But that was completely uncalled for, Reno." And so saying, he brought his arm back and delivered a punch to the underside of the other man's jaw. Maybe with not as much force as Reno'd delivered his, but it got the point across, he thought.

The turk only staggered a few steps before he straightened out, not expecting Reeve to actually hit back. "Heh... that was for before. Remember? Why do I gotta keep defending what I did back then to ya?" Reno pulled on his shirt, trying to smooth out some of the wrinkles in it, but failed, mostly, and gingerly touched his jaw. "What about all the shit you pulled? You're no better or no worse than any of us, Reeve, and yet ya act all high and mighty like AVALANCHE did. That's what pisses me off most about you..."

There was just a split second warning as Reno moved forward, twisting around in a roundhouse kick aiming for Reeve's side. He was dead, right? Can't kill a dead person... much.

"I'm talking about ten minutes ago," Reeve muttered, rubbing his knuckles. "But it's nice that you're still feeling guilty and defensive." And he did the last thing Reno would have expected, moving into the kick and wrapping an arm around his neck.

Hey, he'd had three years of sparring practice at the hands of Yuffie and Vincent, he'd picked up a little.

He took his temporary moments of advantage to drag Reno back towards the city, where he could hit him over the head with a crow bar and leave him for dead in a dark alley. Or at least on his couch.

Escaping a headlock was easy, Reno just tucked his chin in and slid his head out of Reeve's arm, pinching nerves in his elbow to help out. "Asshole!" That had the turk enraged, so he ran and tackled Reeve, actually tossing himself at the guy.

Reeve oofed and, yeah, went down under him. His suave moments of awesomeness were over. He pushed at the TURK, alternately beating against his shoulders with his fists (rather ineffectually) and trying to push him off. "Reno!"

This was low down dirty fighting, it was, Reno pulling at hair, cloth, noses, whatever he could to cause pain while trying to sit up on the man's chest... but...

Something struck him as funny, and he paused, looking down at the ineffectual fists Reeve was pounding him with, and smirked. It was an odd look considering he had his arm back as if to punch Reeve again...

"Reeve, you hit like a girl."

Reeve stopped and rolled his eyes. "Really, Reno, that's the best you can do?" Might as well take advantage of the moment. He aimed for the same spot on Reno's jaw, taking the after shock of the punch to push the TURK off of him.

Reno flopped over on the ground and just laid there, panting heavily, still with that smirk on his face. It seemed that the fight had gone out of him, along with his wrath.

"You know..." he said between breaths, "I'm starting to see why Yuffie liked ya so much."

Reeve crossed his arms over his chest, his fingers clenched in an obvious effort not to hit him. "Leave her out of this, Reno, or I will have no qualms about killing you and leaving your body in the woods for the vultures to find."

"No no, I was just sayin'... Yuffie always had that dominatin' personality, y'know?" Reno sat up, feeling old and worn all of a sudden, and weirdly... better. "And that's really not scaring me, I'd just come back."

Reeve shook his head, pushing his hair back from his face so that he could do something with his hands. "Glad to see you're so much more cheerful." He muttered. "Can we go back to civilization now?"

The turk folded his arms. "On three conditions, Reeve. I got my dignity too, y'know. Especially a turk's dignity."

So he didn't exactly say what that meant, but it could have only meant a few potentially embarrassing or unhealthy things.

"Otherwise you go back and quit bugging me."

Reeve rolled his eyes. "And your conditions?" he asked, sarcasm layering into his voice.

"We never speak of this again." Reno narrowed his eyes a little, trying not to get ruffled again. "Two, you touch me again and I kick you in the balls, hard. Three... ... I need a place to crash."

There was no indication that Reno was joking, he was using that serious voice.

Reeve rolled his eyes. "If you promise not to terrorize my roommate, you can sleep in the guest bedroom."

Points one and two were frankly ridiculous, so he chose to ignore them.

Slowly, Reno got to his feet, feeling his body for any damage, decided all was good, and started off towards the city.

"Terrorizing is what I do best, Reeve."

"I thought it was clowning," Reeve muttered, crossing his his arms and following Reno out of the forest.

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