[Crane observes Reno, his unease and disgust, and regards him with calm acceptance. Oh, he's seen worse.]
I'm a psychiatrist. It goes with the territory.
[There is an alternate and more revealing explanation - his scientific work - that would be rejected on a personal level. The fact psychiatrists work with people is slightly more paletable. Slightly, because he thinks this man won't respect that, either.
Still, there's something rewarding about niggling the morals hidden beneath his skin.]
[ Reno squints at Crane and pokes a finger in his direction. ] Word of advice? don't phrase it like that.
[ Makes a guy sound like he goes around Wall Market collecting girls for some shady den. Which, whatever, Reno doesn't give a shit about telling people what not to do, but he can still think someone's pretty damn slimy.
Anyway. He puts his feet back up on the couch and waves a dismissive hand. ]
Look, do what you want around here. Eat your heart out upstairs. Just don't set off the security systems 'cause I ain't getting up to save your ass.
[ Hey, maybe this guy'll run into Sephiroth and try to piss him off next. Now that, Reno would pay good gil to see. ]
[That tacit approval to wander around - to peek into those open places that don't fascinate like the closed - is welcomed and waved away. To quote the man himself: which, whatever. There's plenty of people out there to observe.
Anyway, he straightens his posture and tilts his head, his expression in the middle between curious and bored.]
Speaking of doing what I want, what is it that you do, anyway?
[ Nah, that's the thing. It's not approval. It's a hint that this guy either doesn't get or doesn't wanna get.
Reno turns his head, a frown pulling on his lips. ]
I'm telling you to get the hell out of my office, doc.
[ He's got about zero patience as it is on a good day. This whole back and forth, maybe Rufus would have a field day toying around. But Reno's not interested. ]
[There it is - the lifting of the veil - not that he expected a tolerance for politeness from this man. Not that he expected it to be hard to pressure the mind of someone with a talent for pissing people off.
He rises from his seat, with a calm and patient manner that contrasts that of the other. No words are repeated or fired off as he strolls out of the office.
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I'm a psychiatrist. It goes with the territory.
[There is an alternate and more revealing explanation - his scientific work - that would be rejected on a personal level. The fact psychiatrists work with people is slightly more paletable. Slightly, because he thinks this man won't respect that, either.
Still, there's something rewarding about niggling the morals hidden beneath his skin.]
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[ Makes a guy sound like he goes around Wall Market collecting girls for some shady den. Which, whatever, Reno doesn't give a shit about telling people what not to do, but he can still think someone's pretty damn slimy.
Anyway. He puts his feet back up on the couch and waves a dismissive hand. ]
Look, do what you want around here. Eat your heart out upstairs. Just don't set off the security systems 'cause I ain't getting up to save your ass.
[ Hey, maybe this guy'll run into Sephiroth and try to piss him off next. Now that, Reno would pay good gil to see. ]
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Anyway, he straightens his posture and tilts his head, his expression in the middle between curious and bored.]
Speaking of doing what I want, what is it that you do, anyway?
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Reno turns his head, a frown pulling on his lips. ]
I'm telling you to get the hell out of my office, doc.
[ He's got about zero patience as it is on a good day. This whole back and forth, maybe Rufus would have a field day toying around. But Reno's not interested. ]
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He rises from his seat, with a calm and patient manner that contrasts that of the other. No words are repeated or fired off as he strolls out of the office.
The bottle of sherry he leaves upon the table.]