The big oaf wasn't even of much amusement either, simply mumbling away. "Ah come on, yo, remember last time? It was that chick with the..." And trailed off.

"Rude yo," Reno suddenly huffed, a grimace shot quizzically to his friend, "Did you just let one rip? What the hell is that smell?!"

It had indeed started to smell, like some kind of coppery tint to his senses but it just wasn't clicking what it was. And Rude's gas smelled like all kinds of different things every week anyway - Reno knew, the big guy was often the star winner of their little contests. (Yea, they were both very bored men. Though half the time it was only just Reno coaxing Rude into it for fun, like everything else.)

And then something else caught his attention - which was good, as it brought a brightly amused grin to the red-head's face.

"Oh look yo, a flapping Turkey!" He meant Cid, and gave a snarky laugh at the man's epileptic seizure for their attention.

Finally, today looked like it had gotten better already. And maybe a lead! ...Unless the old fart was actually drunk and thought Reno some hot woman or something.

You never know with weirdos around here, yo.