MHA #1, Aka Reno _And_ Rikku-Land, Friday Evening

[the_merriest]

Reno had assured her that she didn't need to clean for Rude, that Rude was used to his messes, but Rikku liked cleaning. She hadn't seen Rude in ages! This was going to be fun!

The place was decidedly cozier than Rude would probably be expecting. What with all the cheery decor and the orange fluffy bathmat. There weren't even any empty beer bottles or porno mags on the coffee table.

Just an Al Bhed girl, puttering around while Reno ran out for more supplies. Which she hoped didn't mean more beer and pornos. But, well. It was Reno.

(This will be the site of an unholy sort of Turks Reunion, featuring several versions of some of the people involved, no less. But the very first thread is for Tseng alone, please, even though it's Rude she's expecting.)

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[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"No, you wouldn't," Elena said, as straight-faced as she could manage. "It would get into the wine when you drank."

She was going to reach for a glass and take a sip from it, now, so that she wouldn't be watching him for the reaction to that.

[ponytailedturk]

Which was probably for the best. It meant that she didn't get to see him looking at her like perhaps she'd lost her mind.

Conveniently, it mean that both of them wouldn't see the pointed eyebrow raise provided by the other Tseng in the room.

"Yes, there is that, I suppose..."

Poor little Tseng. So confused.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," she said. "An in-joke. One that doesn't translate well."

Carefully not looking at her Tseng. (Her Tseng?)

"When I joined the Turks, I cut my hair very short. A lot like Rosalind's. Easier to maintain, less bother. I should probably cut it short again, but I'm reluctant."

She liked having curls brush her shoulders when she shook her head.

[ponytailedturk]

"There are plenty of Turks with long hair," Tseng noted, lifting an eyebrow slightly.

He happened to be one of them. Apparently Reno, somewhere down the road, was going to join the ranks of the Turks with long hair. "As long as you're capable of conducting yourself in a professional manner, your hairstyle hardly matters."

Really. Hair was one of the few things that they didn't seem to care about.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I believe it isn't my hairstyle that causes difficulty," Elena admitted, with a bit of a flush, "but my ability to be thoroughly inappropriate."

Tseng, the other Tseng, needn't glare at her for that. She wasn't going to take that conversation anywhere dangerous.

[ponytailedturk]

Tseng, this Tseng, was vaguely aware that... that... Was Rosalind's sister flirting with him?

Pardon him for a moment please, Elena, while he once again looks between you and the little girl at play.

And feels vaguely dirty.

"It would seem... that's something you've been working on for some time."

In one form or another. At least this incarnation of Elena wasn't threatening to kick him in the shin.