A/N;
By: Princess Yori
Summary: Reno and Amalia meet in the break room
Genre: Friendship/Humor
Pairing: None, kinda.
Setting: AU
Rating: K+
Status: Complete
Type: Drabble-y
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by the almighty Square Enix. This story and the possible OCs involved are all me, however. Enjoy.
"Reno?" Amalia entered the proclaimed break room, which was really just an unused room, at least until someone got a raise. They, Reno and Cissnei, assumed it wasn't ever going to happen and just stuck a mini-fridge in it. The rest of the Turks just slyly welcomed it. "Where the hell did you get that?"
The red-head glanced up and grinned seconds before getting hit in the face with a rebounding bouncy-ball. He glared, rubbing his face offended, before leaning over to pick it up again. It was probably from a SOLDIER, Reno confiscating it for his own purposes and spouting off some made-up rule, knowing that neither the Turks nor SOLDIERs took the time to read them, only memorizing the ones that got them in trouble. In that case, Reno probably didn't make up a rule. She waited for an answer; he didn't seem to want to give one, so instead she preoccupied herself with lunch. Only to find that, yet again, one of her coworkers—she strongly suspected Reno—had stolen it. Some days she seriously questioned why he was still around. As in, why she hadn't managed to accidently shoot him during training or something. Slamming the fridge she turned and marched over to Reno, catching the yellow ball before Reno managed to.
"Hey, no fair!" Reno whined, she glared.
"No, what's no fair is that for the fourth time this week someone has stolen my lunch, any idea who that might be Reno?" Reno looked mildly offended, Amalia waited until Reno figured out some lie to sell her.
"Wasn't me!"
"Reno, who else would steal people's lunches? Honestly?"
"…Tseng?" Reno hardly sounded convinced himself; he crossed his arms and pouted. "Oh you know you love me!"
"Hah! I think the word you're looking for is hate."
Amalia walked out of the room, now having to hunt down a vending machine, Reno's afternoon entertainment still in hand. He realized it when she was half-way down the hallway. She heard the door open and him trample out into the hallway.
"Hey! That's mine!"
"Ironic isn't it Reno?" She turned the corridor and continued onto her hunt, smirking to herself.
