Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VII – Reno/Rydia
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He should have realized something was wrong when the delivery boy smiled at him. It's been a long day. Some punk had taken a shot at him, an old brothel madam had put him in a choke hold and then there had been the stacks of paperwork waiting back at the office. All he wants is peace and quiet.
She's sitting in front of the TV when he walks in the door, as she has been every night since he's let her crash there. "Hi Reno," she remarks innocently as he takes off his jacket and tosses his keys on the table.
He's halfway to the kitchen for a beer when he trips over the box. "What the…"
A blur of emerald in the corner of his eye followed by two arms around his neck and a tasty mouth to kiss helps him ignore the growing pain in his foot. "I bought you something!" she exclaims happily.
He raises an eyebrow and nudges the gigantic box with his toe. "How?" He'd left her here all day, and his wallet was…
Rydia smiles and waves the bit of plastic in his face. "Well, I saw it on the…tele…televisor, and I knew you'd like it."
Oh shit, she'd stolen his credit card. "Rydia, you didn't…use that card did you? To pay for this?"
She looks at him strangely. "It's the same as using gil, isn't it?"
Thinking of the mound of bills already gathering dust on the coffee table, he collapses onto the couch and puts his face in his hands. "No, it is not the same as using gil. What the hell did you buy?" Her face goes as red as his hair then, and he wants to strangle her.
She backs off and hovers in the corner. "It says that it cooks food in seconds. A micro…microsomething?"
"I already have a microwave," he complains. "How much did this microwave cost?"
She mutters so quietly that he doesn't hear her. Narrowing his eyes at her, she looks to her feet. "17,000 gil…is that too much?" He's ready to faint. She sits beside him and kisses his cheek. "I'm paying for this, aren't I?"
"Yep."
She leans her head on his shoulder and sighs, slipping the credit card in between his fingers. "Sorry."
"I forgive you."
"Good," she mumbles. "Because I bought eight of them."