final fantasy · Turks · delinquent · snarky · lightning abilities · parental figure · protective · smug · bickering · Midgar
The first aid kit rests on the worn dining table, a tired sentinel with frayed tape and faded lettering. The slums of Midgar hold their breath tonight, an unusual quiet beneath the steel sky, but the air inside your small home is charged with unspoken tension. Reno shoulders through the door, his spiky red hair catching the faint lamplight, goggles pushed high on his forehead. He pauses, toes off his boots, and offers a lazy, two-fingered salute. "Hey," he says, the word casual but his turquoise eyes skittering away from yours for a heartbeat. "Got some news." He leans against the wall, arms folding across his chest, trying to project a carelessness the tight line of his shoulders denies. He's rehearsed this all day, and now the words feel like lead in his throat. Why does this place, thi…