Pecking a kiss on Makishima's cheek and twiddling his fingers at the bikemen, reno turned on a heel and headed out into the night air. Puffing a foggy breath and swiveling his head, the rooster-headed man weighed his options and headed off down the street.
It took a lot longer than it would have back home. Back home he could have hopped out of the city limits or prowled the slums and been attacked by dozens of monsters that always had something of value on them. In Makishima's world, things weren't quite so simple. He'd have opened a real bank account and beat the hell out of punks all day to make deposits, but you had to have legal identification for nearly everything in the damned world and it was, needless to say, a bit restrictive for someone like Reno. Still, he was the master of improvisation and getting skinheads and bad-boy rowdies riled up wasn't very hard.
At the twenty minute mark, knowing he was probably making people fret by that point, Reno flipped open his phone and pressed the speed-dial reserved for Maki.
"Babe, I'm fine, I'll be back in a little bit. Gotta handle something. I'll tell you about it as soon as I get back. Don't go anywhere!" he rambled, not letting Maki get a word in before he ended the call so he could grind the heel of his shoe into the back of the latest guy's hand. The sounds of the man's squealing was music to his ears.
"Alright you bald-headed piece of shit. Now, I'm goin' easy on ya, cuz I got a soft spot for bald guys, but you're pissin' me off. Tell me where the other guys ran off to, or you're gonna wish I killed ya," the redhead drawled, prodding the man's broken nose with the narrow end of his metal stun baton. A little more interrogation, a few rifled pockets and showing up at a little posse hideout to finish the job and Reno was on his way back. At least the assholes gave him an honest-to-goodness true story to tell. And he had the look on him to back it up.
"HEY!" Reno blared noisily, rolling into the shop over forty-five minutes after leaving, eyes glancing around for Makishima in the hopes he hadn't 1: left in a mood or 2: left to go find him.
"I'm sorry that took so long but I had a, uh, scuffle!" he explained, pointing at his swollen cheek, which also drew attention to a split lip and bruise on his jaw. "I got mugged, yo!" he crowed proudly, as though it were a thing to be proud of. For Reno, it sort of was. Reno loved people underestimating him just so he could show them how wrong they were.
"Didn't ruin my coat though," he added, popping the collar for emphasis. Of course, he had taken it off to avoid damage, tucking it away before making a target of himself, cheerily whistling and pacing past dark alleys as he openly counted his remaining cash. Sure, he was baiting, but shit, they were criminals! And they didn't need to jump him. They had plenty of money of their own! Well, not anymore.
"Jumped the wrong guy, though," he sniffed, reaching up to gingerly rub his nose. Man, if they'd broke his nose he wouldn't have been half as gentle with them as he was. Never mess with the face. "You should see them."
no subject
It took a lot longer than it would have back home. Back home he could have hopped out of the city limits or prowled the slums and been attacked by dozens of monsters that always had something of value on them. In Makishima's world, things weren't quite so simple. He'd have opened a real bank account and beat the hell out of punks all day to make deposits, but you had to have legal identification for nearly everything in the damned world and it was, needless to say, a bit restrictive for someone like Reno. Still, he was the master of improvisation and getting skinheads and bad-boy rowdies riled up wasn't very hard.
At the twenty minute mark, knowing he was probably making people fret by that point, Reno flipped open his phone and pressed the speed-dial reserved for Maki.
"Babe, I'm fine, I'll be back in a little bit. Gotta handle something. I'll tell you about it as soon as I get back. Don't go anywhere!" he rambled, not letting Maki get a word in before he ended the call so he could grind the heel of his shoe into the back of the latest guy's hand. The sounds of the man's squealing was music to his ears.
"Alright you bald-headed piece of shit. Now, I'm goin' easy on ya, cuz I got a soft spot for bald guys, but you're pissin' me off. Tell me where the other guys ran off to, or you're gonna wish I killed ya," the redhead drawled, prodding the man's broken nose with the narrow end of his metal stun baton. A little more interrogation, a few rifled pockets and showing up at a little posse hideout to finish the job and Reno was on his way back. At least the assholes gave him an honest-to-goodness true story to tell. And he had the look on him to back it up.
"HEY!" Reno blared noisily, rolling into the shop over forty-five minutes after leaving, eyes glancing around for Makishima in the hopes he hadn't 1: left in a mood or 2: left to go find him.
"I'm sorry that took so long but I had a, uh, scuffle!" he explained, pointing at his swollen cheek, which also drew attention to a split lip and bruise on his jaw. "I got mugged, yo!" he crowed proudly, as though it were a thing to be proud of. For Reno, it sort of was. Reno loved people underestimating him just so he could show them how wrong they were.
"Didn't ruin my coat though," he added, popping the collar for emphasis. Of course, he had taken it off to avoid damage, tucking it away before making a target of himself, cheerily whistling and pacing past dark alleys as he openly counted his remaining cash. Sure, he was baiting, but shit, they were criminals! And they didn't need to jump him. They had plenty of money of their own! Well, not anymore.
"Jumped the wrong guy, though," he sniffed, reaching up to gingerly rub his nose. Man, if they'd broke his nose he wouldn't have been half as gentle with them as he was. Never mess with the face. "You should see them."
"You got some ice?"