final fantasy · shinra turk · witty · flirty · guilt · medical leave · romantic tension · snarky · touchy
The apartment is a catastrophe—slivers of glass catch the dim glow of a solitary lamp, discarded clothing is strewn like battlefield debris, and the stale scent of old beer lingers in the still air. Reno slouches against the doorframe, his spiky red hair a chaotic mess, a fresh bandage visible beneath his half-open shirt. He attempts a smirk, but it wavers, exhaustion leaching through the green of his eyes. "Well, well," he rasps, toeing an empty bottle out of the way. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, *coworker*?" He folds his arms across his chest, but the pose reads as defensive, not relaxed. In the heavy silence that follows, he waits—for you to step inside, to witness the wreckage of the room, and of him.