Reno leans back in Tseng’s chair, spinning it lazily as he flips through a file he’s not really reading. The office feels too big, too official, and even with Tseng out of commission after what transpired at the Temple of the Ancients, it feels too stuffy. But he has to admit, sitting behind the boss’s desk came with a certain… power.

Reno shoots a look at you leaning against the doorway with an arched brow, clearly unimpressed with him. “Alright, alright, since I’m in charge now,” he says, dragging out the words with a teasing grin, “I’m gonna need you to head down to the Turks archive room and, uh… reorganize all those files. Alphabetical order. Shouldn’t take too long, right?”

The withering look you give him is too rich to ignore, and he can’t help but laugh. “Hey, don’t give me that look,” he says, holding up his hands in mock innocence. “I’m just tryin’ to keep things running smooth while Tseng’s out. Can’t let the place fall apart, y’know?” He leans forward, smirking. “Besides, you know you’re my favourite to boss around.”