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[Hey, it sounds nice when he talks like that too.]

Literally the 'as a date, meant seriously, in a romantic way'. People here in Midgar are just so... flippant about this stuff. Literally, first time I met Aerith, she offered me a date as payment to serve as her escort back home.

[People in Midgar don't always mean things the way Zack would have, so he tried to give them the benefit of the doubt on meaning something else because they usually do?]

People here are so... I don't know. Casual about stuff?

[Zack he will fucking end you for real. Or he'll at least look exceptionally unimpressed, arching a brow in what can only be called a challenge.]

Fine, so how's this for casual: Can I suck your dick like a friend? 'Cause I kinda want to. [Though the way he's glaring doesn't seem to back his words at all. Flippant Midgar folk indeed. Right now, Reno looks more like he wants to deck Zack than anything else.]

Or are we not in the friend zone anymore? 'Cause I sure as hell got no idea. And hey, honest question, yo: How you you ask a guy if you can blow him in your backwater neck of the woods? 'Cause apparently bein' straight forward and like, usin' fuckin' plain as fuck language ain't workin' out for me so far.

[Listen, he's not blushing, you're blushing. Geez, that is really forward.]

Man, you're really assuming that sorta stuff ever gets talked about in Gongaga. And I moved to Midgar when I was sixteen, remember?

[He has very little experience with any of this. Not 'none' but almost none.]

Gotta say, I'm getting pretty used to the taste of my foot with you. Who knew that would happen?

[Crossing his arms, Reno even goes so far as to start tapping his foot. Yeah, he's fucking pissed, but he's also still trying to get someplace in the end... maybe. Hopefully. Eventually. Possibly sometime before next year.]

If that ain't enough to spell it out for you, then I got nothin' else. I'm into you, yo, but I'm startin' to think that Lazard was maybe onto somethin' with the whole not talkin' idea. So please, can you just tell me if you fuckin' get the picture now? Or do I gotta draw you a fuckin' diagram too?

[He definitely takes a moment to consider. Then Zack smiles.]

You know, those parties with the execs? They never have enough at them for a guy like me to eat. We should get dinner too that night. If you want. I'll buy.

[Reno blinks, clearly a bit startled by that question. That's definitely not the answer he'd been looking for, but... not necessarily a bad response either. Still, he holds off on getting too excited, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.]

...dinner. Like... friend dinner?

[Oh come on, he's GETTING THE FUCKING HINT man.]

I mean, I'm not exactly going to be inviting other people. Just you and me. You can pick wherever you want. All attention for you, provided Lazard isn't a dick that calls me in during the middle of it.

[So, you know, not just friend dinner.]

[Slowly, cautiously, Reno lets a grin begin to creep over his face. Both of them were liable to get called away all of a sudden, but that only means they both understand how shit goes when there's work to do.]

Zack Fair, are you askin' me out? [His grin blooms into a full-on teasing curve of lips as he cocks his head playfully.]

You do know I'm a Turk, right? What will people say?

[Oh come on. Zack smiles, a bit wider than he had been so far.]

Yeah, Reno, I'm asking you out. And I don't know. Kunsel and Cissnei can report back on what people say if we even care.

[Well, hot damn. When was the last time anyone had asked him out on a date? Not for as long as he could remember. People don't ask Reno out; they proposition him. Or just jump his bones in a corner somewhere. This is... different. Weird, but kinda nice too. Zack's kinda nice, not to mention a far cry from the kind of guys Reno usually ends up with.

Still, he can't quite bring himself to go full-on hayseed wholesome. He's still Reno, after all.]

Yeah, okay. I'll go out with you, sure. You can buy me dinner an' all that traditional date shit. [The look in his eyes is the one that always spells trouble to come.] ...and then can I blow you?

[Like Reno could ever be wholesome. But he definitely earns a full on blush there and Zack laughs.]

I mean, it's going to depend on how the date goes. But if that's the goal, maybe we aim dinner for post party.

Ooooor.... [That look is still lighting his eyes as he steps forward, moving into Zack's space and holding his gaze. Now that they're finally on the same page, Reno is going to have fun.]

...I could maybe blow you right now? [One corner of his mouth ticks up, making his grin lopsided and suggestive.] Think of it as a preview, yo.

[Oh look, blush is back, and Zack's hands come up between them, palms out. A definite 'slow down' thing.]

Uh, this... This really wouldn't be the time or place, Reno.

[The blush is fucking adorable, and Reno makes a note to try and get as many of those blushes out of the SOLDIER as he possibly can, whether or not any actual action is involved. Quirking one brow again, Reno almost pouts, widening his eyes like he doesn't quite understand what Zack is trying to say. But -- perhaps unexpectedly -- he doesn't make any move to push past Zack's raised hands, allowing Zack to dictate exactly how much distance remains between them. ]

No? 'Cause I think this is exactly the time and the place, Zack. [He practically purs the name, even as he remains firm where he stands.]

[Oh this much distance is about good. Seems fair. Nice, respectful personal space. Yep.]

Nah. Bet there are, like, cameras and stuff around. So definitely not. Rain check.

[Reno casts a glance around them, cocking his head almost as though he's actually considering what Zack just said. But then of course, that devilish look is back. He might not be forcing his way past the boundary Zack set, but he can cover plenty of ground with his eyes alone.]

Ever heard of a blind spot? 'Cause I can show you all of 'em.

[Wow, those eyes are, like, more probing than a tactical strike. How the hell does he manage that?]

Yeah, I'm sure you could. But, uh, another time. I have, um, an early morning appointment. Yeah. With Luxiere. Promised some more training.

[It's all about the blue, baby. Reno knows exactly how impossible the color of his eyes can appear when he turns on the intensity, which is precisely what he does as he pins Zack under a piercing look that might have cut through glass. Eye contact was an asset frequently overlooked when more traditional weapons were close at hand, but Reno had spent years mastering the art of wielding his gaze just as skillfully as he did his mag rod. When he stuck in just the right way, he could often trap someone so thoroughly they simply couldn't look away.

And of course, what with the physical barrier preventing him from jumping Zack's bones right now, Reno is doing his damnedest to catch Zack in that snare.]

Perfect. Gettin' off's just what you need to make sure you sleep like a baby tonight. [His grin is positively wicked.] Lettin' me go down on you's the responsible thing to do, SOLDIER boy. So you can show Luxiere your A-game tomorrow.

[They really are nice eyes. Almost enough for Zack to be envious of. But he thinks his blues are nice too. Just less... invasive? But in a hot way? Man, hard to think with this scrutiny.

He may be slowly starting to back toward the exit though. Escape, don't fail him now.]

Yeah, but [and yeah, he was gonna feign a yawn here, poorly] oh man, wow, I'm already super tired. And my apartment is a bit of a trip away. So I should get moving.

[Abruptly, like a switch flicking off a light, Reno drops the relentless onslaught of aggression. In the blink of an eye -- literally -- he dials it down from one hundred to zero, relaxing his stance along with his expression. The seductive leer he'd been throwing at Zack for the past few minutes is replaced by an easy smile, almost amused as he takes a step back.]

Yeah, ai'ght. You ain't the kinda guy to put out before the first date. I get it, yo.

[His lips twitch ever so slightly at the corners of his mouth, like he's maybe trying not to laugh.]

Tomorrow night then, yeah? Dinner and a party? [And then a blow job, he doesn't even need to say aloud. He's already made his intentions -- or at least his hopes -- crystal clear.]

You ain't gonna stand me up or anythin', right?

[Oh. That's... Well, Zack takes a literal deep breath and looks a bit more relaxed to have the energy step down a little.]

Tomorrow night. I promise. Do you want to meet there or before?

Before.

[Though his eyes still hold a hint of the heat from earlier, that might just be the way Reno looks at Zack. Maybe his interest is a bit sharper now, more clearly defined, or maybe he's always looked at Zack that way. Nothing about his teasing manner has changed, at least. Still the careless joker.]

Gotta make sure you don't show up lookin' like a hayseed just rolled outta the dust bowl, y'know? We gotta dress to impress all them corporate types.

I'll be in my dress uniform!

[Which is almost identical to what he was already wearing, just more polished up on all the bits that can be polished.]

[Reno will be wearing... exactly the same thing he's always wearing. They'll have to go slumming it if Zack wants to see him in anything other than his regular black suit. Maybe he'll throw on some guyliner or something. Class it up a bit. Heh.

At that point a silence stretches between them, hovering for a few seconds while neither of them turns to leave. Reno certainly isn't going to be the one to walk away (Zack is totally welcome to change his mind about that BJ any time), so he simply shoves his hands into the pockets of his suit pants and peers at Zack.]

Lookin' forward to seein' how you clean up, farm boy.

[Yeah. He should go. Alright. Yeah.]

So, uh, meet me on the 49th floor tomorrow? By the elevator? Maybe half an hour before the party?

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