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[midgarhorizon]

Wanted: tailor to make several wedding tuxedos.

Payment can be arranged.

[Yep. That's it. Secretly Reno is embarrassed he even has to go on the network and ask, but since the beans were spilled he figured to get it over with. What he's got in mind is something like this.]

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[midgarhorizon]

[He is just grinning all over]

Yeah.

After Kotch, it wasn't hard trackin' down the trail. Big Bro... that cafe guy... the Honeybee... ....the dressmaker.

[atouchofstrife]

[ See that? It's the expression of a guy that is just trying not to remember any of it. ]

...Blame it on Aerith's bright idea.

[midgarhorizon]

I can't say I'm all that surprised hearin' that.

[Putting down his wallet, he waves at Cloud.]

Feel safe knowing nobody will get their hands on the photos.

[Pause, pause, pause...]

I never had any photos.

[Yep. He had been putting it on to make Cloud squirm.]

[atouchofstrife]

[...]

Be glad I have a bigger problem than you to deal with right now.

[midgarhorizon]

Bigger- [Okay okay, enough's enough and Reno stops himself from making another joke.] C'mon, Cloud... it's just friendly teasing.

[atouchofstrife]

I suppose...

[midgarhorizon]

Come see me when I get off work.

[atouchofstrife]

Fine.