[ he's just restless, that's all it is. that's what he tells himself, leg jiggling as he waits for his order. let's be real, how many times has "restless" manifested as "raw and uncontrollable horny energy" with him, anyway? probably more often than not, why do you think he gets around so much? thing is, he knows better than to ignore his gut feeling. it's just that it isn't danger he's sensing; that "something's off" feels less like a threat and more like something he invited and maybe just hasn't clued into yet. when Tifa knocks into him, he's just trying to focus on what he's doing. get some caffeine, go... somewhere, do... something. walk it off or whatever.
second he cranes around to find it's Tifa that hit him, his mouth goes dry. the feeling that surges through him is so familiar, he gives up on pretending he doesn't recognize it on the spot. it takes a second for his brain to catch up with his eyes, and even longer for both of those to catch up with his mouth or the rest of his body, but when it finally does, he plasters on a smile, a little funny around the edges. his throat's flushed worse than it was and he's kinda thankful he's not wearing something that's wide open all the way down to the chest for once. ]
Suits me, right? Yours is good, too. Proud'a you for finally owning it.
[ there's a very distinct mismatch in their attitudes toward each other, and while Reno's always been a damn joker and Tifa... not quite as much, it's not something that escapes his powers of observation, even when what he really is is completely and utterly distracted by the stretch of that top across her chest and how short those shorts are. it's easy for him to come across as something akin to normal when checking her out is exactly what you'd expect out of him, but the hard edge to her words pulls his eyes back up, front and center. maybe she's just on edge. freaked out by all the sin and debauchery. that "Shinra" comment's kinda weird, but... ]
Huh? Yeah, you know me. Careful as can be. What about you? I mean, walking around alone dressed like that, I dunno... maybe you need a chaperone.
[ that's it, Reno. just joke your way through it. you got this. (he doesn't got this. his gaze is already starting to wander again. ]
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second he cranes around to find it's Tifa that hit him, his mouth goes dry. the feeling that surges through him is so familiar, he gives up on pretending he doesn't recognize it on the spot. it takes a second for his brain to catch up with his eyes, and even longer for both of those to catch up with his mouth or the rest of his body, but when it finally does, he plasters on a smile, a little funny around the edges. his throat's flushed worse than it was and he's kinda thankful he's not wearing something that's wide open all the way down to the chest for once. ]
Suits me, right? Yours is good, too. Proud'a you for finally owning it.
[ there's a very distinct mismatch in their attitudes toward each other, and while Reno's always been a damn joker and Tifa... not quite as much, it's not something that escapes his powers of observation, even when what he really is is completely and utterly distracted by the stretch of that top across her chest and how short those shorts are. it's easy for him to come across as something akin to normal when checking her out is exactly what you'd expect out of him, but the hard edge to her words pulls his eyes back up, front and center. maybe she's just on edge. freaked out by all the sin and debauchery. that "Shinra" comment's kinda weird, but... ]
Huh? Yeah, you know me. Careful as can be. What about you? I mean, walking around alone dressed like that, I dunno... maybe you need a chaperone.
[ that's it, Reno. just joke your way through it. you got this. (he doesn't got this. his gaze is already starting to wander again. ]