Call me, call me

[shinra_dog]

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"Not here, yo. Leave a message."

TEXT / VIDEO / VOICEMAIL / EMAIL

Work Email: reno@shinratech.org

Personal Email: lightswitch69@mognet.com

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6/05…!!

[allbite]

[ Oh, look, it's the stern lady. Been a while. Forward and dry as ever… in text. If he answers right, he'll soon know just how horny she is. Thanks, re-ed. ]

I assume you're trained in infiltration.

Re: 6/05…!!

[shinra_dog]

of course. why?

[allbite]

[ Here is where she grins of screen, shameless pleasure and need gripping her tightly enough to make this offer— ]

Let's fuck. Just make it into my apartment any other way besides the front door.

[ Here's her address: a third floor apartment in building #8. Let's go, Romeo. ]

[ text/photo ]

[rapidrecovery]

[ There's a photo of Scout attached, bent over in front of his full length mirror, head looking over his shoulder as best he can as he stands with his hands on his calves, smirking.

Most notably, the largest of the toys Reno bought him is snugly in place, stretching him open. ]

Miss me?

[text]

[shinra_dog]

Well hello there

[text]

[rapidrecovery]

Like whatcha see?

[text]

[shinra_dog]

You know that one vibrates too right?

[text]

[rapidrecovery]

Trust me, way ahead of ya there.

Fuck if it ain't good though. You should come see for yourself.

Voicemail (after mala suerte goes by-bye)

[ninjainviolet]

Hey, Reno. It's Sheena. You feel like sparring? It might help me calm down.

Re: Voicemail (after mala suerte goes by-bye)

[shinra_dog]

[Reno had been pretty pissed to find out that, overnight, Mala Suerte had been dissolved and his job had disappeared. It seemed like Sheena had been feeling the same way.]

That actually sounds like a good idea. Where you wanna meet up?

Re: Voicemail (after mala suerte goes by-bye)

[ninjainviolet]

[ He's dead bang correct about how she's feeling. Luckily, she's been able to reign in her anger and keep her walls safe from fist-sized holes. ]

How about the Grind?

[ Hopefully, it can take it. ]

[shinra_dog]

That's that gym, right?

[It might have individual rooms, like for classes or something. They could easily use that.]

Sure, sounds good, easy to find.

[ninjainviolet]

Yeah. Actually, it's the only one I've been to.

[ As far as she knows, they do have private rooms. If not, she's sure they'll think of something. ]

Okay. I'll see you there.

8/16, Near Midnight, Video

[illicitresearch]

[ There's a certain flop of grey bangs in the image, and beyond that a long stretch of hospital gown and knees strapped wide in stirrups, cock exposed- and with a thin little tube inserted in the head, draining thick fluid into a new bag strapped to the inside of his thigh.

There's another IV in his left arm, and Zexion's far gone beyond delirious, to be contacting Reno with very little context at all-

Just a helpless fit of laughter that sounds either stoned, anxious, or a little of both. ]

Two Liters! They gave me a shot and now I can't feel anything below the waist.

Voice

[shinra_dog]

[Reno practically jack-knifed up from where he'd been laying in bed, a cool soothing compress under his own balls.]

Augh, what the fuck -- fuck, ow...

[His surprised and disgusted yelp ended with a pitiful croak. Too fast. Once he figured out what was going on, he calmed down -- a little.]

What... [Zexion was apparently in the hospital. Draining. It made his own prick hurt just to see and he instinctively cupped it with a protective hand. That soon got a bit wet from the action.]

Two liters?

[Reno's lip curled, appalled. If it was the rather sticky situation that was going around, it would seem Zexion ate quite a bit at the Naked Fish. Reno was suddenly very grateful he didn't. Whatever mild case he had was bad enough without needing to be hospitalized.]

Voice

[illicitresearch]

[ He makes a pathetic, slightly hysterical laugh and pealing whine of grievance.]

And that's not even counting this morning and this afternoon, that's only been since they hooked me up to bags!

Voice

[shinra_dog]

[Reno's lips pursed tight with pained sympathy as he watched the fluid drain. It was awful, but at the same time, he couldn't look away. He half wanted to ask Zexion why the other man called him but the Nobody was obviously delirious with pain and drugs... He probably just needed to complain. The Turk almost wanted to send a video himself, like it would be more "fair," but he had no idea what to send.]

Shit... [That was a lot. No wonder Zexion had gone to the hospital.] How long d'they think it'll take?

Voice

[illicitresearch]

Until the needle to my balls kicks in?!

[ The Nobody giggles feebly, shrugging up his shoulders, Right now he's just watching it go too, in wary fascination as it slides along the tube... better than before, when he was he'd coughed up cum that looked distressingly like clotted cream, and he's pretty sure that with the catheter in, he's embarrassingly unable to control crossing the streams.

So... possibly part of those two liters are relief on his poor pressured bladder. He's sort of afraid to ask. The nurses keep coming in to soothe at his thighs and tickle at his balls with gloved hands and it's beginning to be a little terrifying, how numbed to feeling he is down south at all. ]

They said it was a suppressant?

Voice

[shinra_dog]

Fuck.

[He couldn't help it, he squirmed as the sympathetic pain and nausea hit him. He didn't want to even imagine needles in his balls and suddenly became very worried if his own leakage grew worse or didn't stop. Hastily, he checked his balls again with a light squeeze. Okay, no larger than the last time. He thought about jerking off again, just for some relief, but there was hardly anything arousing about what he was seeing and imagining.]

A suppressant? Like a cum suppressant? [He'd never heard of such a thing.] Is it, like... one time, or are you gonna hafta do that for...?

[Reno stopped, his mind already spinning into hypochondriac mode, imagining the horror of having to inject oneself regularly for the rest of one's life.]

Voice

[illicitresearch]

Hormones, a hormones suppressant! [ Zexion bleated, and didn't really want to think about how long they'd have to do it for. He was hoping that whatever had happened would simply run its course and flush itself out. Should be, what with all the water he'd been drinking? ] Something kicked them into working at full steam...

Like whatever turned us into women? But the other way around? Without..ahhh, the follicle growth.

I guess because fish don't grow hair, right?! [ Another titter of hysteria. Zexion's trying desperately to find the joke in this, because it really isn't at all funny. ]

[voice]

[bigcountry]

Hey, Reno.

Where are you? I need some help.

[voice]

[shinra_dog]

Grit? I was gonna run an errand, what's wrong?

[The guy was decent enough that grocery shopping could wait if there was a real problem.]

[voice]

[bigcountry]

It's nothin' wrong. I need your opinion on somethin'. I can come after your errand, tho'.

[He didn't want to pull Reno away from anything.]

[voice]

[shinra_dog]

That's it?

An' it needs t' be done in person, huh?

[Must be something pretty important to the guy for Grit to actually want Reno's presence and opinion. They barely knew each other. Ah, who was he kidding, though? The old man had grown on him. Somehow.]

I just gotta pick up some food. [As much as he wished he could just live on take-out forever, but fiscal responsibility...] I shouldn't be more 'n an hour -- text you when I'm back? Then you can swing by?

[Wait, had Grit invited himself over? Fuck it, whatever.]

[voice]

[bigcountry]

It's better if it's done in person. Just... trust me, okay?

Yeah, that works. I can be over pretty quick, I have the day off before I made this disaster of a decision.

[But he still seems pretty alright with this. Until he talks with someone else and he can really only trust Reno with being honest and not immediately want to get into his pants.

It usually takes some beers.]

Thanks again. I'll see you soon.