A Day in the Life
Collection of drabbles.
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"When I said 'break his neck,' I wasn't serious," Tseng criticized, eyeing the grotesque figure on the floor between Reno and Rude.
"I was just doing my job, yo. It's not my problem he didn't have any last words," Reno protested, though half-heartedly. He was standing over the disfigured body, hands on his hips, smirking.
"It's not like you gave him a chance to give any," Rude stated, reaching out his foot to nudge the body, half-hoping it was still alive so he'd have something to kill. Instead, the corpse lay there unmoving, neck at an odd angle, arms and legs askew, and eyes wide open.
"Since when do you ever do what anyone tells you, Reno?" Tseng asked, watching both the other Turks, exasperated as usual.
Reno squatted down and reached into the pocket of the man's vest, pulling out the pack of cigarettes he had noticed earlier. "Exactly." Using the lighter he kept in his own pocket, he lit one up and took a long drag, mockingly exhaling the smoke into the man's face. "I just wanted to shut the fucker up," he explained.
"You could have cut out his tongue," Rude deadpanned.
"And have the bastard scream the whole time? Hell no. Besides, it's not that often that I get to break a neck. I like to vary my methods from time to time," Reno grinned shamelessly.
"We could have tortured him first, you fuck." Rude tightened his fist and kicked the corpse this time.
"You can always have a go at me if you need to release some pent up aggression, Rude. You know I'd put up a good fightâmaybe even kick your ass," Reno leered. Then his expression changed and he scowled. "And don't call me a fuck."
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to be continued.