To Lunch, Or Not To Lunch? [Closed]

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Character(s): Elena, Reno
Content: Reno talking a mad Elena into buying him food, as per their previous convo
Setting: the train station nearest Morem o Lisboa, The Wild Ginger
Time: Thursday evening
Warnings: Extreme idiocy, what do you expect? It's Reno.



Elena hadn't remembered how badly Reno got on her nerves sometimes... she had originally wanted to search him out because she didn't know anyone else here and didn't know what to do with herself, but she was beginning to think that meeting up with Reno wasn't worth it. Closing her journal, she stood up with a frustrated sigh.

As she stepped off the train, Elena glanced around. No sign of Reno. Good, she thought indignantly. And with that, she proceeded to look for a station exit to the direction she assumed was southwest. She really couldn't tell in a place like this, and if she stopped to look at her map she might encounter Reno. And the blonde didn't particularly want that right now... not after their last text messaging conversation.

But as soon as she reached the door, Elena balked. It had begun to rain outside since she boarded the train, and she definitely didn't want to go out there in the rain... at least not without an umbrella. Frowning a bit, Elena grudgingly sat down on a nearby bench and tried to judge if the rain was about to stop anytime soon. If not... she just might have to go out there anyway.

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That look on Elena's face had been priceless. He even had to bite his tongue to suppress a snort of laughter. Guess Reno was just used to it, saw the lightning before and just expected the crash. Her trying to act casual about it, however, was even more amusing, requiring a little more effort on his part to stay quiet.

He took a few minutes to grimace and shake himself up before she could look at him again, not wanting her to know he was just itching to laugh and say something witty. After all, the food came first, yo! He could mock Elena later.

When she did look at him however, her words just blew the cap. It was stifled and sounded ALMOST like a giggle but the red head was quick to bring his hand up and morph it into a silent cough. Trying his hardest to piss her off? Him? Nawww Yo.

And before the cough turned into choking, he finally allowed a small snicker along with his defense.

"Haha.. what? Me? Aw yo, you got it all wrong.." he paused playfully with a stupid grin, amused, "I don't even do such a thing! It's not my fault you're so-" Food. Thank fluffy he stopped himself. And Thank GOD there was another particular crash of thunder that ate those last words right off course before reaching Elena's ears - and he could tell this because her last words were godly.

"Yes! Oh yes!" Reno's eyes closed as his face looked orgasmic, hands instantly coming together as if praying, "A gigantic damn all-dressed pepperoni Pizza and onion rings! God, Onion rings!" He blurted before opening his eyes again to come grab Elena by the arm, "Yo! I saw the finniest hairdo back at the Lesbo Hotel and it made me crave some fuckin' onion rings!"

He kept on babbling on about the heavily jeweled grass too, how he'd crammed some in his pockets to pawn off later in Midgar as the young Turk's eyes and nose scanned the place for food.

"And then.. and.." Reno trailed off, realizing in horror that there was no fast food place at all in this stinkin' station.

"..."