fandomtownies | Luke's, Tuesday

It was probably only a matter of time, really, before one of Reno's 'got to feed myself in order to keep living' outings led him to a restaurant at the same time as one of his new roomies happened to be working there.

And he was even going to greet him all polite-like, more or less, when he spotted the specials board. And blinked. Tilted his head alittle.

And then just started cackling outright.

Mitsutada just folded his hands together and stood there, looking smug.

"Is there something funny?" he asked, knowing full well what was going on.

"Not at all," Reno replied, turning a smirk right back at him. "Just, a menu lookin' like that might make it difficult for a guy to choose, yo."

"There are few options for the pho," Mitsutada said. "While it is not a dish of my country, I think I make it pretty well. But then again, the crab is also excellent. And who doesn't like crabs?"

"I'm sure there's someone out there with a few stories," Reno mused, hat smirk not going anywhere any time soon. "Better go with the pho, though. What're the options?"

"Beef, chicken, or vegetable," Mitsutada said. "For those who prefer their meals without meat. There aren't any animal products in the vegetable pho at all, actually. I like to keep specials for all kinds of palates."

At least, here.

At the Citadel, you ate what he decided to make.

"Yeah, I ain't got no problems about meat," Reno replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Let's go with the beef, yo. Somethin' hearty. An' can I get you to hold the bean sprouts? Had my fill of bean sprouts basically for a whole lifetime, yo."

"No sprouts? But they're the best part!" Mitsutada said, jotting down the order. "But it's your meal, of course. We make it to your liking."

He sent the order back to the other kitchen staff to round up.

"Getting settled in okay?"

Just give him a bowl of meat, broth, and noodles, and Reno would be perfectly happy. A few years in Edge being unable to grow anything more fickle than beans had a way of leaving a lasting impresson on a guy.

"Gettin' settled in just fine," he agreed easily. "But it don't take much for me, anyway. Biggest adjustment here is all the sunshine, yo. And I knew to expect that when I came here."

"Did you used to live in the dark underground?" Mitsutada joked. "That would explain your hair."

Reno's nose wrinkled a little at that.

"Ain't nothin' the matter with my hair," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Nah, I lived in a city that ain't seen sunlight in about twenty years, yo. Big difference."

Mitsutada looked again at Reno's hair, realizing now it reminded him more than a little of Tonbokiri's. Though you could probably fit 2-and-a-half Reno's inside Tonbokiri.

"...That has to be hell on the plants," Mitsutada said after a moment. "Not to mention the SAD."

"Ain't got no plants," Reno said, and shrugged. "Got plenty of that other thing, though."

It could drive a person mad, living under the plate, never seeing the sun.

"That sounds awful," Mitsutada said. Luckily that was interrupted by the arrival of Reno's food, which Mitsutada took from the kitchen staff and presented to his flatmate.

"Glad you got out of there. A life without sun is no life at all, really."

"Hey now," Reno cautioned easily, reaching for his chopsticks. "Careful what you say, there. That's my hometown, yo."

And then it fell down. He had a lot of complicated feelings about Midgar.

"I'd say no offense meant, but I think I meant at least a little," Mitsutada admitted. "But it was not meant personally."

"Nah," Reno agreed, "and I don't expect you to know anything about it, either. Would'a been touchy a few years back, but you get thick skin eventually, yo."

It helped that his own reality was finally starting to move forward.

... Sure, that was because it was embracing oil, which was a problem in its own right, but it was better than the actual, literal lifeblood of the planet.

"Thick, incredibly pallid skin," Mitsutada said by way of... mostly-a-joke.

"I hope you had lots of beach vacations."

"I had one or two," Reno replied.

Sure, most of them had involved murder. There had been that one trip to Wutai that had been nice except for how he had to off a guy for fuckin' with the rookie...

"Well that's something at least," Mitsutada said. "That your masters let you have vacation, I mean. Sometimes when you take orders you don't get a chance to take a break."

Masters was an interesting way of putting it. Reno actually made an amused little snorting sound at that.

It wasn't like he was that far off, either.

"Don't I know it, yo. Though admittedly, most of them beach vacations came with a few ~~sidequests~~ business activities of their own."

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"Ah, well that's the way that goes," Mitsutada said, thinking of some of the expeditions he'd been sent on. No battle, at least, but it was still work in its way.

"Though I would not know much about business activities. Barring this place, I would not really call what I do business as such."

"Nah?" Reno perked up a little at that, yes. "What would you call it?"

Because Reno was going to keep calling what he did business, at least until somebody actually asked about what his job really was.

"Duty, I suppose," Mitsutada said with a casual shrug. "A soldier should not consider what he does business, I think."

"Fair enough," Reno replied with a shrug. "You do the job and you get that shit'll get ugly if you don't. That's enough, yo."

"You do what needs to be done, and you get on with you life. Or, at least, what life you've been given," Mitsutada said with a nod. "When you are a blade, you know what you were made for is almost always battle."

"Sounds a bit like the SOLDIERS back home," Reno mused. "They practically come offa the assembly line ready for it."

He didn't much care for SOLDIER. But then, SOLDIER didn't much care for the Turks, either. SOLDIER had a tendency to overstate their own importance while at the same time pretending they were much more morally sound than the Turks.

But they were right in there overthrowing Wutai with the rest of them.

"No assembly line for the Danshi," Mitsutada mused. "We are the careful work of dozens of artisan smiths over many different periods of history. I myself am an Osafune blade."

He was being quite literal, of course.

Reno was quiet for a good ten, fifteen seconds at that.

"Huh. No wonder you were all 'keep your hands offa my sword.'"

Yeah, he'd been around the block with this ridiculous island a few times. Not much surprised him anymore.

"It's impolite to touch," Mitsutada said with a smirk. "At least, without permission."

"Yeah, and I don't swing that way anyhow," Reno replied easily. "I'm happy with what I got."

He smirked a little.

"Even if you clearly don't care for it."

More rod for Reno.

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