Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 7. Honestly, are these infernal things really necessary? Sigh

Look! Look! I'm writing something while both sober and with a normal amount of hours sleep! We'll see how this one turns out, eh?

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He got up, quickly and efficiently made his bed, then stripped out of his boxers and shirt, and put them in the wash. He walked to the shower, set it to the perfect temperature, and stepped under. He spent exactly seven minutes washing, shaving, and cleaning his teeth. He stepped out of the shower and turned it off, and vigorously dried himself with a large towel. That went in the wash too. He went into the bedroom, took the normal three steps to his closet, and removed his uniform for the day.

Methodically and carefully, he began to dress. Clean boxers and socks, followed by a neatly pressed pair of trousers with a well defined crease up the sides. Next, a button up shirt, meticulously fastened so that all the thread holes were exactly horizontal. He buttoned his trousers top button equally over the bottom of the shirt. He then took a pitch black tie, and fastened it about his neck so that both lengths were perfectly equal, the thinner hidden by the thicker. He moved to his small desk where his side arms and holster sat. He put on the holster, quickly assembled the freshly cleaned weapon, put a new clip in, and thumbed the safety on. He slid it into its holster. He placed is other weapons into their holsters as well, then slid his vibrant blue blazer over them, doing up both buttons. Combing his hair into a ponytail and securing it with a rubber band, he walked to the door.

He stepped out of his bedroom, and down to his small kitchenette. He quickly prepared himself a protein shake and a breakfast bar. He drank the shake, making sure not to spill a drop on his neat uniform. He flipped the television on and checked the morning's news and weather. Seeing it would be raining soon, he quickly ran out and put the hood up on his car. After returning to collect his paperwork for the day, he perched his dark sunglasses on his nose, and walked out of his front door again, pausing to lock it. Quickly walking to the car, he got in and started the engine just as it began to drizzle. He ate the breakfast bar and drove to his workplace, keeping well under the 40 mph speed limit. He arrived at the Shin-Ra tower, and parked his car in his exclusive spot. He retrieved his pass and security papers from his briefcase and strode through the automatic doors. He signed in at the front desk and walked to the glass elevators at the rear of the expansive lobby. He walked in, and pushed a button for one of the higher floors, swiping his card as he did so.

The elevator 'dinged' pleasantly and he stepped out. He passed people who greeted him at lunchtimes without any exchange. He finally stopped in front of a pair of oak double doors bearing the legend 'Dept. of Administrative Research' and swiped his card through the small reader. He entered his code, and the small LCD screen beside the reader told him he was ten minutes early, and had no reports due. He strolled in, and gave curt nods to his two colleagues sat at their desks either side of him. He carried on walking forwards until he stopped at his superior's desk.

"Turk Lynley reporting for duty, Sir." He gave a smart salute as he said this.

The long haired Wutain before him gave a weary sigh, and said "Good morning Reno" Pausing, Tseng added "Get on with it, and start work"

"Sir!" With that Reno took a step back, and turned to his own desk, which rested away from the adjacent wall to Tseng's. Unceremoniously chucking his briefcase on top of it, he turned back to his boss' desk. His other colleagues watched this daily ritual amused boredom, Tseng with resigned irritation. Reno placed one foot behind him, braced, and launched himself forward. He rolled in all three axis knocking paper and other office paraphernalia everywhere. He landed sprawled across Tseng's lap, his shirt untucked, all buttons except the bottom two popped, his blazer nearly hanging off him and half his hair coming away from his ponytail. He flipped his shades into his hair, and grinned up at Tseng.

"So…miss me?"

Rude and Elena merely sighed in exasperation and continued working as they heard Reno yelp in pain.

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Geez……something tells me that just wasn't funny. I need something better to stick in the punch line. Shrugs Anyhoo, it was just a starter to kick this thing off. I took the name Lynley from another fic I read; it seems to suit Reno well. This is gonna be a series thing, because Rehash died. I am looking at a few other games to dissect though. Eyes DMC/MGS

I already have a few more chapters in the works for this thingummy-bob. I think the writing of this turned out a lot better than my other fics, even if the punch line sucked. Well, as I say, this was only a starter.

Seeyall soon!