Quiet: Figured I should spread these out more evenly till I wrote more. AU of the petverse. Cuz Gen technically isn't supposed to be a kitty. I just like him that way. =3

Tseng/Reno
Perhaps asking him to clean up his appearance wasn't a good idea.

"Reno, we're getting ready to go to an important function today, so you need to—Reno, look at me," Tseng demanded in exasperation.

Slanted aqua eyes blinked up at him as a puffy red tail waved in acknowledgement. "Yo."

Tseng pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Reno," he said slowly, dark eyes narrowed on the kit currently scratching himself with his hind leg. "I need you to be extra good and stay clean today. We have to set a good example for the pet units, or else the plug will be pulled on Rufus' proposal. Don't get Rude into trouble, don't go and bother Angeal's puppy, don't socialize with Lazard's cat, and don't try to mess with Sephiroth's kitten. Is that understood?"

A happy grin was aimed his way and those bright blue-green eyes lit up. "Sure, Bossman! I can do that! What do I get for bein' a good boy, yo?"

Tseng thought about it for a second, knowing that the right incentive good be the difference between tonight's success and a potential disaster. "No cage for two weeks."

Reno's ears flicked in Tseng's direction and his tail waved a bit in interest. "Even if I do something really bad?"

He knew he was gonna regret this, but…

"Yes, even if you do something I usually don't allow you to do," he said carefully. He was negotiating, not committing potential career suicide.

The kit hummed for a bit before blinking up at Tseng. "Make it a month and it's a deal!"

Tseng sighed, before reaching out and affectionately patting Reno between the ears. "Just promise me you'll clean yourself up tonight and behave."

"Sure thing, Bossman!"

Thirty minutes before the event, Tseng was getting worried.

He'd left Reno to his own devices, but after a few hours without a trace of little fox was making him nervous. A quiet Reno usually meant that something bad had happened, or he was off getting into something he wasn't supposed to be.

"Reno," he called, voice calm while his thoughts raced with the endless possibilities. Sure Reno was a special ops pet, but he was still young. He could get in and out of places and no one would ever know, so if he happened to be hanging from a window on the 68th floor…

"Yo!"

Tseng felt relief bloom in chest—until he turned and saw Reno.

"…Reno. What. Are. You. Wearing?"

"Heeeey, Bossman! You told me to go get cleaned up! Genesis let me borrow the spiked collar and said it'd be a perfect conta-contra-contradiction to the ribbon on my tail and ears," the fox chattered, unaware of Tseng's growing exasperation.

He should've known that asking Reno to clean himself would be more than the kit could handle.