"MY BALLS ARE FUCKIN' FREEZIN'!"
Sephiroth turned and glared at Reno as he danced around in the snow near their aircraft, clutching his manhood like it was going to freeze and drop off. "Excuse me? Can you at least attempt to be halfway civilized?"
"Can ya at least pretend t'be at least halfway straight, yo?"
Shoving down the urge to kill, Sephiroth turned and plodded his way through the snow and toward Icicle Inn, ignoring the various stares and whispers all around him. People knew of the Great General and there was much talk of fear and hesitation about him being there. He ignored it all, though. He was there to do a job and do it he would, by damn. Sephiroth stepped into the inn itself and walked up to the counter. "Two rooms, booked for Sephiroth and a Turk?"
The receptionist, a pimply teenager, looked up at the general and sighed. "Chhhh...yeaaaah... Y'see..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We only have one room left. And see...I'm really really sorry...but it happened on short notice... See...we had a lot of hunters coming through...and see, they got all the rooms...and see-"
"No...wait... You mean...we'll be SHARING a room?"
"Yeaaaaaaaah, see-"
"Say see one more time and I'll... Ahem. Are you sure there isn't another room?"
"I'm very sorry sir."
"Whatever. Give me the key." He snatched it from the teenager and swished off toward the stairs. "Just fucking great. I have to deal with an idiot not only outside of my quarters, but also INSIDE." He glanced back at Reno, who had his pants unzipped and his hips angled toward the fire to warm the contents of his package. "Don't EVEN think you're sleeping in the bed with me."
"Awww... Sephy feels a threat t'his manhood, yo. Ya ain't felt threatened yet. I'll rape ya in your sleep."
"I'm sure everyone would love to see a Reno-kabob, too. Come on. If you're not in the room when I get there, I'm locking you out."
Reno snorted. "Yeah, right." He continued warming until he heard the door slam upstairs. He hurried up there in curiosity, arriving just in time to hear the click of Sephiroth throwing the deadbolt. "Son of a bitch."
***
Sephiroth sighed. He was putting up with many many things that got on his nerves and so far he hadn't cracked or lost his temper more than once. However, this was a travesty. Reno was sprawled out next to Sephiroth, spreadeagle on the bed, snoring like he was trying to wake the dead. The silver-haired one pushed, shoved, jerked, smacked, shook, and otherwise did everything in his power to wake him up, but it was like the Turk was dead. Either dead or trying very hard to get on his nerves. No matter.
He slid off of the bed and padded over to the window to look out. He was thankful for the warmth, as just looking outside of the inn it was miserable. Snow, snow, and more snow, it was falling from the sky and being tossed around down below by the teenagers that had sneaked out of their homes to play in it late at night. The general took a deep breath and let it out, then looked over his shoulder at his companion. "So irritating... Sometimes I wonder why I put up with this? It's not for the pay." He turned around and took a seat on the windowsill, picking up his brush and mirror.
His hair had started growing out slightly, mostly due to the mako injections that he'd taken long ago. It was almost to his shoulderblades in even that short amount of time and was growing everyday. Still, he was angry about it being cut. Reno had had no right, and he still had every intention of making the redhead pay for what he'd done. He placed the brush down and watched the Turk, taking another deep breath and letting it out through his teeth in a hiss. "Somehow... Somewhere.... Someday, he will pay. Just...how?" Sephy would figure that out soon enough.