Angst mood. Severely. And what do I do when I'm severely angsting? I write angst. And, because I'm obsessing over Reno of the Turks and his deliciously malicious persona, it's about him.
Short, curt, to the point. No beating around the bush. (Well, I don't think.) I'm practicing a new style of writing wherein that's the main point. I'm the angst-queen, yo. It's either angst, or some sort of non-angst, non-humour thing that wants to be humour and forsake the angst, though I have no idea how it comes across. This, however, is not humourous. More sardonic than sarcastic though, definitely, as we're dealing with Reno here--king of sardonicism and everything sarcastic to the point of banality. Yo.
FANDOM: Final Fantasy
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Reno, with Rude, Elena, Tseng.
RATING: Pg-13 - themes
WARNING: Ambiguous ending...? Some mild gore.
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters. They belong to Square Enix.
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SUMMARY: He shouldn't have been that surprised, really.
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