A/N: I gotta write this fast… have to go perform in Long Island…. Oh, and btw, everything I write is short.
Disclaimer: Eugh, first chapter.
Reno was acting a bit odd lately, and it was clear to everyone he was distressed. When an intern accidentally bumped into him and all the papers in her hands were knocked to the ground, he threw a hissy fit and everyone, especially Rude, saw that he was twitching slightly.
"What the hell (twitch)! Look where you're going! (Twitch)" He shouted at the frightened intern, spit flying from his mouth.
Rude cocked an eyebrow and walked away coolly; Reno was searching desperately for his 'recording book', as he called it. So, upon entering the break room, he made sure to lock the door and spread himself languidly across the couch, getting ready to crack into Reno's home life with his grandmother.
Day Three: 5:22 PM. Location: On bed, watching more of that cheap porn.
The woman giving off the 'kind, elderly, motherly citizen' look "accidentally" left my red shirt in with my work shirts in the washing machine, and lo and behold-they're all pink.
So I went to work, stole some of Rude's shirts, and chucked mine into the garbage chute. A bit big around the shoulders, but it'll do.
So, after returning home, it seemed that her cat, Mr. Snuffles, had taken a liking to take a piss on the ground right next to my bed. So whenever I wake up, I step on wet carpet.
Stupid cat doesn't even use the litter box.
I think I should slay Mr. Snuffles, draw symbols on him, and hang him from a tree… to make my grandmother believe that I'm in some cult, and that'll be enough to drive her away. Or… will it?
Operation Attempted Grand-Matricide underway.
Reno laughed inwardly and closed the book. My, Reno's grandmother had to meet Sephiroth. Who would be eviler? Bah. Sephiroth might be intimidating from afar, but Reno's grandmother sounded downright horrid.
Day Four: 1:59 AM. Location: Bathroom.
Hah! The door's open and the smell diffuses!
Score:
Reno: 1
Evil woman: 0