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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

Ooooh, funky! Rikku's shorts were all festive today, for no good reason. Longer than her usual, but bright and splashy. She'd deal.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was even more colorful than usual. And chipper. And hanging out and all that good stuff. And, of course, open.

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She's here. And brightly-colored.

Reno had taken it upon himself to visit Rikku at work. Because he could. And because his shorts were making him cranky. And because it just seemed like the thing to do, every time he wore his weird t-shirts.

"You too, huh?"

At least tacky shorts looked somewhat at home on Rikku.

Okay, Rikku was going to have to stare, here, for a minute. Because.

Because Reno usually wore suits, and he wore them sloppily, but in a casual, cool sort of way. And.

And nobody looked cool in a suit jacket, blue t-shirt, and festive shorts. It just wasn't possible.

And wow, did his legs look scrawny, sticking out from under the shorts like that.

Excuse her, she'd stop laughing in a minute.

Reno was going to just deadpan at her. Yep. Deadpan until she could get over it.

"Keep laughin'. Go on. Don't stop bein' amused on my account."

Stupid freaking shorts.

Rikku clapped her hand over her mouth and tried to suppress the giggles. Badly. Wasn't doing so great.

"Have you seen your legs?" she asked. "You have chicken-legs!"

Okay, she'd seen him naked plenty of times, but -- the shorts really set off the scrawny chicken-legs. They just did.

He appreciated the effort, at least. It was better than nothing, after all.

"Yes, Rikku. I've seen my legs, zoto."

So. So. So tempted to just ditch the shorts today.

A lot.

"I mean today," she said. "They look all scrawny and your knees are knobby. Did you know you had knobby knees?"

She was trying. She just wasn't doing very well at it.

"Thank you, Rikku. I might have never noticed."

Damn it, he was ditching the jacket. This was Reno, pulling off the jacket.

"Just checkin' to see if you're still free Sunday."

Because this was a nice distraction from his knobby knees and scrawny legs. He hoped.

It was so weird seeing him out of uniform. It just was.

"Yeah," she said softly. Finally managing to stop giggling. This was important. "Yeah, I ... kinda am. I didn't know if ..."

They weren't split up, right? Were they? Did that kinda mess up the whole anniversary thing, if they were?

"We're goin' slow, I know. But I still wanna do somethin'. I mean, if you're up for doin' somethin'." Awkward, scrawny Reno was awkward and scrawny.

And fidgeting with the jacket in his hands. He was allowed.

"I do," she said. "It's ... kinda huge. We should do something."

Hooray, they were both failing at using words. Her more so than him. That meant it was her turn.

"You ... have anything in mind?"

Oh, yes. Reno had something in mind. Which he'd been plotting out quite thoroughly, and it was supposed to be a surprise or something, so he was going to just shrug and smile a bit.

"Somethin' nice. I'll handle it, no worries."

...

"Do the shorts really look that stupid?"

Because, seriously, it wasn't too late for him to take them off.

"I trust you," she said, smiling and trying not to feel all melt-y. Doing bad at that. "And you look like a dork. C'mere."

"I'd look like an even bigger dork if I mooned you," Reno pointed out, making the trek over to say hi. "Wark, an' all that, yo."

"Kweh," she said, leaning up to kiss him, very lightly. Light kisses were totally okay at work, weren't they? "Should I dress up? For Sunday?"

"Might be nice," Reno mused, leaning down to kiss her again. Very lightly. Nothing like a couple of light kisses in the Wellspring to say hi.

"However you're comfortable, yo. Dress for anything."

Reno grinned. Reno was all about dressing for anything.

Uh. Whenever Fandom would let him.

"If Fandom'll let you."

"Like ... a tutu and a mime costume?"

She could get away with that because she managed to keep a straight face.

And because she was kissing him, and kisses made teasing go easier. Always.

"Only if I'm allowed to take pictures."

Reno's own straight face managed to last for a whole three or four seconds. And then he had to rest his forehead against hers and he had to crack up.

A lot.

It felt good, dammit. Just leaning against him and laughing and ... they were okay again, weren't they?

Could they be? It'd be nice.

"Has Rude seen you yet?" she asked, snuggling in a little. "Or Tseng? I think he might get upset about the uniform, zoto."

Leaning and laughing were wonderful. And if they weren't good, he wasn't sure what else he'd consider this. He'd keep it, whatever it was.

"That's just what I need," Reno mused. "Tseng ridin' my ass about the uniform."

In all fairness, Reno pretty much failed at 'uniform' at the best of times. Tseng's grasp on patience when it came to Reno's state of dress was probably tenuous, at best.

"Then we totally need to send it," Rikku said, fumbling around for her phone. "So he can see how seriously you're taking your job, and all of that. No slacking for you!"

Rikku's evil streak was getting worse. Could she blame him, as a bad influence?

"Now that's just mean," Reno stated with a bit of a pout. "You do that, and he's gonna make me start wearin' the tie or somethin'. You know how much I gotta fiddle with that damn thing to get it to actually look like a tie?"

Ties sucked.

"I don't know if I've ever seen you wear a tie," she frowned, thinking. "No, wait, you totally did, one of the dances. Prom, maybe? You looked fine. You kinda rock the tie thing, when you bother."

"Most high-schoolers don't bother with doin' up the tie every day to do the classes thing," Reno ~~whined~~ ~~stated~~ whined. "I mean, I don't even bother with it to do the work thing. Why should I? I get the job done anyhow. And ties are a pain in the ass. Did I mentioned that ties suck?"

They did.

"I didn't say you had to," she teased, leaning up for another quick kiss. "I just said it's kinda hot when you do. That's all."

And here we see the Reno in a bind! His ego has been set against his lazy slackerness. Who will the victor be!?

...

"Yeah?"

It really was quite an the dilemma, wasn't it? Ego. Laziness. Ego. Laziness.

"Might gotta wear a tie now and then, maybe."

Ego.

"When I get my pants back, yo."

Fandom.

"I'm just teasing," she said, leaning up to nip at his lower lip. "I mean. You do look hot in a tie? But you wouldn't be you without being all ... slouchy."

She was not going to point out it was hot when he slouched. His ego did not need more feeding.

Reno slouched all of the time.

His ego would have bloated something terrible.

"Well, then I get to keep all lazy, an' shit. Good to know, zoto."

Moddable Zen.

Pew! Pew!

Jim "Bermuda" Schwartz?

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