2-21-17: Minor edits made, notes removed.
Challenge: Reno, Rude, Hanger.
"Reno, could you please explain to me why there is a hanger hanging from my ceiling fan?" Rude asks in that super sweet tone of voice that means you're in major trouble, stepping neatly into the redhead's office. Reno looks up from where he was (gasp) actually filling out a mission report and blinks. Hanger? Ceiling Fan? What the hell?
"Uh…someone who was definitely not me because I was here the whole time thought your office was a closet?" Reno says, grinning sheepishly as he notices the older Turks newest decorations to his face. Now if only Rude hadn't noticed yet.
"Strike one Reno…" Rude says, leaning over the desk to look Reno in the eye. Reno swallows nervously, yes he had most definitely noticed. "How in the hell did you sneak in my office without me noticing?"
"Uh…" Reno says intelligently, eyes darting about the room. He knew there was no way in hell he could take Rude on in this little space. If he had room to dodge and maneuver maybe, but not here.
"Tseng's given me permission to punish you," Rude says, tilting his sunglasses down so Reno could look him in the eye. Reno gulps seeing the anger stirring in the gray depths, maybe he should've listened to Tseng.
"Over a hanger? Doesn't that seem a little much?" Reno says, still looking for a way out of this situation or maybe just his office. Rude shakes his head, regarding the redhead with cool eyes.
"You and I both know this isn't about a hanger so stop playing blonde," Rude says, his eyes glinting dangerously as he studies the panicked redhead. Not that Reno was actually panicking, he knew Rude wouldn't hurt him to severely. He just didn't want to be hurt period.
"If you're going to do it, just get it over with already," Reno sighs, closing his eyes and bracing himself for the pain. He hears Rude crack his knuckles and stiffens, preparing for a punch that never came.
He nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels something damp and slightly fuzzy start tracing his cheeks. Rude chuckles softly and continues to write on Reno's face.
You know what they say, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
You know, I might start this up again. Grabbing characters at random and including a random assortment of items and words. Scenarios just don't give me enough wiggle room sometimes. Also: fun fact, I still have a hanger hanging from my ceiling fan, it's been there so long I don't even notice it anymore.