[ he says that like it's a good thing. frankly? it is. you don't want Turks hearing of you in more cases than not; either you were recruited by one or you've got one deployed to bring your ass in and/or put your ass down. rarely, if you're special, you've got at least one for backup (or the other way around, probably), but a Third? nah. they'd never waste InvSec on third-class trash. the thought, now something of a fond, distant memory given the state of the world the way he left it back home, pulls a chuckle out of him. that could also be that touch to his leg, though. shit fucking tickles, quit. ]
You could say I've put a few through their paces, yeah. Terrible kissers, like I said. Every last one of 'em. Couldn't really blame them—bunch of never-had-a-girlfriend babies that think they're hot shit in a uniform. You're a different story, though. I can tell.
[ yes, he's perfectly aware he hasn't given his name or pretty much anything else about him. he practically makes a game out of showing that he's being coy on purpose, the way he twirls a lock of Roche's hair around his finger and lets it go, bats his lashes, and smiles like a little shit. listen, it's all tee-hees and you're so prettys until he shows up in his uniform, and then all of a sudden he's the boogeyman. one Third that gave him a bunch of sass even said "please don't tell my ma" when he realized who he was dealing with, and if that didn't damn near break his heart (it really didn't move him emotionally at all)...
the dice make their way around, and there's a big commotion over the lady that was sitting across from him deciding to just strip her dress entirely off for the "bite" and "breast" her neighbor rolled. it's a complicated gown, you see, and nobody could figure out how to get over it or under it, so... off it goes. Reno's attention is pulled away only for a moment, chin tipping up to watch this unfold upside-down, and there's a wrinkle to his brow when he levels with Roche again. ]
Psst... hey, Roche. They're showing us up. Are we gonna let them get away with that?
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[ he says that like it's a good thing. frankly? it is. you don't want Turks hearing of you in more cases than not; either you were recruited by one or you've got one deployed to bring your ass in and/or put your ass down. rarely, if you're special, you've got at least one for backup (or the other way around, probably), but a Third? nah. they'd never waste InvSec on third-class trash. the thought, now something of a fond, distant memory given the state of the world the way he left it back home, pulls a chuckle out of him. that could also be that touch to his leg, though. shit fucking tickles, quit. ]
You could say I've put a few through their paces, yeah. Terrible kissers, like I said. Every last one of 'em. Couldn't really blame them—bunch of never-had-a-girlfriend babies that think they're hot shit in a uniform. You're a different story, though. I can tell.
[ yes, he's perfectly aware he hasn't given his name or pretty much anything else about him. he practically makes a game out of showing that he's being coy on purpose, the way he twirls a lock of Roche's hair around his finger and lets it go, bats his lashes, and smiles like a little shit. listen, it's all tee-hees and you're so prettys until he shows up in his uniform, and then all of a sudden he's the boogeyman. one Third that gave him a bunch of sass even said "please don't tell my ma" when he realized who he was dealing with, and if that didn't damn near break his heart (it really didn't move him emotionally at all)...
the dice make their way around, and there's a big commotion over the lady that was sitting across from him deciding to just strip her dress entirely off for the "bite" and "breast" her neighbor rolled. it's a complicated gown, you see, and nobody could figure out how to get over it or under it, so... off it goes. Reno's attention is pulled away only for a moment, chin tipping up to watch this unfold upside-down, and there's a wrinkle to his brow when he levels with Roche again. ]
Psst... hey, Roche. They're showing us up. Are we gonna let them get away with that?