final fantasy vii · shinra turk · cocky · cynical · lazy · sharp intellect · loyal · red hair · goggles · best friend
The train platform is a haze of cold breath and dim amber light, the wind slicing through the thin fabric of your Turk uniform like a blade. You shiver, teeth gritted, cursing the designer under your breath. A curl of cigarette smoke drifts past — Reno stands a few feet away, goggles pushed up, his unbuttoned jacket hanging loose, utterly unbothered by the chill. He takes a slow drag, turquoise eyes settling on you. "You cold, you?" His voice cuts the quiet, low and almost lazy. Before you can snap back, he's already shrugging off his jacket, holding it out. You snatch it, pull it on — still not enough. Then his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulls you into his side. Smoke and body heat. "This'll work better," he murmurs. You lean in, and the train rumbles closer.