[It's an interesting premise Reno puts forth, be the best little bitch you've ever asked for. Not compelling enough, in and of itself, that he wouldn't be able to resist it if there were really more pressing business to attend to — it's not as though he's unfamiliar with Reno's antics, his claims, his protestations — but certainly worth exploring when he's got a light afternoon anyway, and quite frankly Reno's a better way of passing the time than anything he might fill it with, regardless.
The view of Junon Harbor is, by pure objective measure, more beautiful than that of Midgar from seventy stories up. When the weather is clear, the sky and sea are endless blue, dotted with small offshore islands in hues of brown and green; when it's stormy, the glass streaks with rain and the water goes dark purple-blue against the gray of the clouds overhead. Neither one quite compares to the industrial glow of his city, the luminescent green of its never-slumbering business. He'd give the diplomatic answer if anyone ever asked which one he likes better. He'd leave them all guessing which one is the true winner.
But right now, the vista is clear, blue and brown and green. Reno, black and red and white, really would make a strikingly lovely contrast to it, reduced to writhing and whining while being fucked absolutely stupid.
And so he waits, with his chair turned away from the door to enjoy the view, with Darkstar faithfully lounging near his heels as always. D will alert to Reno's arrival long before he hears the sound of the doors opening, himself, so there's really no need to pay any attention to his surroundings otherwise. Briefly affectionate, he reaches down and smooths his hound's ears back, earning a lift of the muzzle and a soft look from those wicked red eyes.
It's always been his preference to spoil his pets.
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The view of Junon Harbor is, by pure objective measure, more beautiful than that of Midgar from seventy stories up. When the weather is clear, the sky and sea are endless blue, dotted with small offshore islands in hues of brown and green; when it's stormy, the glass streaks with rain and the water goes dark purple-blue against the gray of the clouds overhead. Neither one quite compares to the industrial glow of his city, the luminescent green of its never-slumbering business. He'd give the diplomatic answer if anyone ever asked which one he likes better. He'd leave them all guessing which one is the true winner.
But right now, the vista is clear, blue and brown and green. Reno, black and red and white, really would make a strikingly lovely contrast to it, reduced to writhing and whining while being fucked absolutely stupid.
And so he waits, with his chair turned away from the door to enjoy the view, with Darkstar faithfully lounging near his heels as always. D will alert to Reno's arrival long before he hears the sound of the doors opening, himself, so there's really no need to pay any attention to his surroundings otherwise. Briefly affectionate, he reaches down and smooths his hound's ears back, earning a lift of the muzzle and a soft look from those wicked red eyes.
It's always been his preference to spoil his pets.
Soon enough, it'll be Reno's turn.]