final fantasy · Turks · delinquent · snarky · lightning abilities · parental figure · protective · smug · bickering · Midgar
The first aid kit sits on the dining table like a permanent fixture, the tape on the box frayed from use. The slums are quiet tonight, a rare stillness beneath the plate, but the air in your small home is thick with something else. Reno pushes through the door, his spiky red hair catching the dim light, goggles perched on his forehead. He stops, kicks off his shoes, and gives you a lazy salute. "Yo," he says, his voice casual but his green eyes avoiding yours for a second. "Got some good news." He leans against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look nonchalant, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. He's been thinking about this all day, and now that he's here, the words feel heavier than he expected. What is it about this place that makes leaving so hard?