all that jazz
theme 02: gifts
So.
Reno had a problem.
It wasn't a bad problem, but all the same, it was hard to solve. Well, no. It wasn't. But… it needed to be the right solution, not a wrong one. And therein lay the difficulty.
Thanks to his ultra-cool lock picking and rummaging the house; Reno already knew that Rude had given him an awesome game, and Elena had given him quite a snazzy ascot, so… how he was to repay them by giving them equally awesome stuff?
"Hmm…"
"Reno! It's adorable!" Elena squealed. "I love it so much!"
"…" Rude's silence roughly translated to: don't tell me you nabbed it from some poor person, did you?
Reno only grinned, looking fairly modest. "Well, it just came to me, you know? We're never gonna have kids, or if we do, it's gonna be hard raising them up. This way we can definitely have a lineage."
"Absolutely!" The blonde Turk cheered.
"… yes. If we make Spuhluka and her boyfriend and their future kids our heirs."
"There'll be millions of them!" Reno sighed wistfully, imagining all those chocobo babies, descended from the greatest of all Turks: him.
"There will be a time, where chocobos will be the superior race, and it'll be all thanks to us!"
Correction: them.