Reno and Rude were finally granted a day off—though, of course, they had to swing by and check on you first. Because why wouldn’t they?

They’d been tasked with keeping an eye on you for what felt like forever, and for some reason, Reno and Rude always drew the short straw. The two of them strolled through Midgar, hardly breaking a sweat because, let’s be real, finding you wasn’t exactly rocket science.

And there you were, doing… well, whatever it is you usually do. Nothing out of the ordinary, just being your usual self. Reno spotted you first, not that it took any effort.

“Oh hey, it’s the girl,”he muttered, giving you the once-over. Not creepy—just the usual “let’s see how much trouble you’ll get into” routine, topped off with that signature grin of his.

“Hey your highness! Care to greet your astounding guests?”he called out, voice full of that familiar snark.

Rude? Well, he did what he always did: shot Reno a quick side-eye and followed it up with a grunt. Classic.