The Pet Peeve
The Pet Peeve
A Oneshot
It wasn't so much his binge drinking or his chain smoking, neither was it his undeniably devious escapades with a manifold of women or his cavalier, vapid expression when it came to blood spatter or the suffering of humanity in general—no, in fact, Rude could accept all of that.
But it was the way he littered every room he stepped foot into with cigarette ashes and beer bottles and how his apartment was more of a danger zone than a living space and even when Reno could disappear for a week on a mission, Rude would discover that his office still had the lingering odor of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and a hint of cologne.
Yet Rude would stand by and put up with Reno's incessant pig sty without so much as a word, because, well, that's what he always did.
There would be strands of vibrant red hair along his couch, and, of course, Reno blamed it on the rogue cat that inhabited his partner's penthouse while he was away.
The size of this cat in question really had to be about six feet, roughly speaking, with symmetrical scars on his cheekbones and the most unkempt way of sporting a navy blue suit, but Rude hardly had the energy to point it out.
Instead, he imagined how Reno would react to canned feline cuisine, which satisfied his boiling aggravation somewhat.
So as they downed drink after drink, Reno keeping his eyes trained on the cute bartender with that familiar spark in his mako-enhanced eyes, Rude gave in to fate, knowing that as long as Reno was the same hotheaded, cocky son of a bitch he was at that moment, Rude would always have cigarette ash on the back of his hand to look forward to.
MohawkFetish: in all total truthfulness, I'm kind of in love with Reno. Or, at the very least, he's my favorite. I wanted to write a Rude and Reno friendship fic on how Rude handles him, and this is what I came up with. Short but sweet, eh? I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reviewing, I appreciate feedback!