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The Dead Don't Knock	By : trabeck89 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the morning, Vincent cleans his face off using a wash tub and vodka. He washes away the soot and ash from the day before. After that, Vincent goes down to the basement to check on Reno. Vincent sits down on the bench next to Reno. "Good morning."
Reno rolls over towards Vincent with a yawn as he stretches his arms up, he smiles softly at the sound of Vincent's voice. "Mmm, Mornin' yo.. How are ya?"
"I'm alright. How is your foot?" Vincent asks with concern. Red XIII stretches and yawns, but he's still not ready to wake up just yet. "Good morning, Red." Vincent scratches Red's back.
"I think I over did it yesterday yo, so I'm restin' it now.. I'm tryin' to save on how many pills I take, I'm used to pain yo." Reno pushes himself, rubbing the sleep out of his right eye. "You look much better now, I'm glad ya got your sleep in, Vincent."
Vincent nods his head. "I haven't been able to sleep in that long for awhile. There's always something to do, zombies to kill."
Reno nods to show he understands, he sniffs a bit. "Why do ya smell like my old man's whore yo? Did ya bathe in Vodka?"
"I washed my face with Vodka. I still hadn't washed my face from yesterday. It does work." Vincent has become used to the smell of alcohol, as he has used it to wash his face ever since the zombies showed up in the slums.
"Oh, alright yo. You do look much better." Reno runs his fingers though his long hair, getting the tangles out before he puts it back in it's tie. "The smell just took me back ta bad memories."
"I probably smell like the town drunk." Vincent rests his hands in his lap. "Clean water and soap are more scarce these days than alcohol." Vincent hears the elevator, and Cloud arrives in the basement. "Vincent, there's a caravan parked outside of the fence. We better have a look." Cloud urgently brings this fact to Vincent's attention. Vincent immediately jumps up to go outside with Cloud. "I'll be right back." Vincent reassures Reno as the elevator moves to the upper floor. "This caravan...what has you worried about it, Cloud? They may just be survivors looking for shelter." "They're all dressed in strange cloaks, and I can't make out what they're saying from inside the bar." Cloud replies. Vincent loads his rifle before heading outside with Cloud.
Reno watches Vincent as he leaves, wishing he could help them rather than stuck on the floor. "Damn it...I wish I could help yo."
Vincent hears Reno's voice coming from downstairs. 'I feel bad for leaving him down there.' Vincent sighs as he cleans his rifle. "Let's take a look, Cloud."
Cloud looks at Vincent curiously, wondering why Vincent is being to nice to the Turk. "So the Turk is still alive?" Cloud grabs his sword and a gun, ready to go out and meet the new comers.
"Yes...Don't get me wrong. What the Turks have done is wrong, but we...I couldn't leave him out there to die." Vincent explains to Cloud. "I do not care if you agree with me or not."
"I just don't trust him.. I saw him kill over a thousand people with a smirk on his face, it'll take awhile for me to trust him fully.. But what he did last night helped." Cloud opens the front door.
"What the hell?" Vincent mumbles to himself as he spots the caravan, the people that Cloud mentioned are now standing outside of the fence, chanting and standing in a semi-circle. The people gathered outside the fence spot Cloud and Vincent and begin shouting at them. "Tear down your barricades, and give yourselves to the Gods!" An older man shouts. "Sacrifice yourselves, and have eternal salvation! Let the blessed feast on your flesh!" A younger woman exclaims.
"Great, just what we need, a crazed cult... If we shoot them, they'll just come back to life and it will be a waste of ammo. What should we do, Vincent?" Cloud curses as he looks over the fence.
"A bullet would be giving them their 'eternal salvation'. Let's wait and see what they do." The group outside the fence continue to shout. "If you don't want salvation, then you deserve to be damned!" A cultist raises their arm, exposing a festering wound, seeping with pus.
Cloud makes a face of disgust, turning away from them. "That's not good at all. We can't let them bring an infection into our camp!"
Vincent nods in agreement. "Let's give them a warning, and give them something to think about so they don't come back here again." Vincent aims his rifle at the cultist's infected arm. "You don't know how bad I want to take that arm out, Cloud..."
"Do it, do it while they're still far enough away." Cloud pulls out his sword, ready for a fight.
Vincent uses the sight on his rifle to aim at the cultist. "I was waiting for your go-ahead." Vincent fires at the cultist with the infected arm. With a single shot, Vincent takes off the cultist's arm. The man whose arm was shot off laughs hysterically, and the rest of the cult scramble back into their caravan to escape. One of the other cultist men shout back at Cloud and Vincent. "You will have your 'redemption'! Mark my words!"
"We should double up on our watches, I don't think they'll stay away for long..." Cloud watches as they drive away, glad it didn't get out of hand.
"Morning and evening watches, then?" Vincent sighs in frustration. "You never know how people will react when the world is ending. Not everyone will come out with their sanity."
"I'll tell Barret to take the morning watches, Tifa can look after Marlene while he's out here. I just want to be careful, Vincent.." Cloud straps the sword back on, ready to walk back in.
"We need to work together, at least until this chaos dies down. We are all still a team...Avalanche." Vincent states with pride. "We are all friends in this together."
"Yeah, Avalanche all the way. We'll get through this together. Lets get back in there and tell everyone it's alright." Cloud smiles at Vincent, heading back towards the bar.
Vincent feels satisfied with the cultists leaving. He walks inside with Cloud, and Tifa waits at the door. "What happened out there, Cloud? I heard a gunshot and shouting." Tifa asks for an explanation.
Cloud leans his blade against the wall and sighs. "Some crazed cult wanting us to 'sacrifice' ourselves and other crazed stuff. "
"I had to shoot one of them in the arm." Vincent adds to Cloud's explanation. Tifa huffs softly. "Whatever it takes to protect the kids, that is what you should do." Tifa runs her hands through her long, black hair. "I'll start breakfast for everyone."
"Do..you need some help with that, Tifa?" Cloud asks quietly, walking over to the bar. "Um..Sure, if you'd like to, Cloud."
Vincent returns to the basement to tell Reno and Red XIII about what happened outside. "I'm back." Vincent settles on the bench next to Reno, who has fallen asleep. Red gently paws Reno awake. "Vincent's back, Reno."
Reno's eyelids flutter open, he quickly sits up at the sight of Vincent. "You're alright yo. What happened?!" Reno pushes himself up to lean against the bench by Vincent.
"There were some cultists at the fence. At least one of them was infected, and I shot that one in the arm." Vincent places his rifle on the bench. Red's ears fold forward. "I'm going to help you guard the perimeter at night from now on." Red insists. "Thank you, Red. I'd feel better if we both guarded the bar at night for the next few weeks."
Reno looks down, feeling useless with his hurt foot. "They'll learn quick not ta come back here yo, unless they're idiots."
"I can tell you right now, they wouldn't care if we would kill them all. The cultists worshiped the zombies as if they were Gods." Vincent shakes his head. "They're already stupid for believing in sacrificing innocent people to their 'Gods'."
"Ugh, how could you worship those...those things? They were named by a man crazier than bat-shit and who couldn't even control them like he wanted ta, they killed 'im thankfully." Reno says angrily, his hatred for Hojo runs deep.
"It's like I told Cloud. Some people can't deal with the world ending, so they go mad. It's their own way of dealing with the pain." Vincent rests his head back against the bench. His Adam's apple and neck become partially exposed.
"I guess... You know you can lie down on a mattress if ya want to yo, I won't..you know again.." Reno can't help but blush when he looks down.
Red XIII looks at Vincent, as if to tell him to lay down with Reno. Vincent raises his head and leans forward. "It's not that. I didn't want to disturb you, that's all."
"Vincent...I spent the first ten years of my life as a slum rat, half of that I lived on the street, ya won't disturb me yo. Now get that ass down here or I'll kick with my good foot!" Reno says with a laugh, smirking at Vincent.
Vincent nods, not being able to resist laying on a mattress to rest his back. He lays on the mattress next to Reno and stares up at the ceiling. "Tifa should be serving breakfast soon..."
"Mm, that should be good yo. I think I can get off the bed for food." Reno says playfully, he pulls his hair infront of him. "Damn, I had this lookin' nice now it's all tangled again."
"How one's hair looks is the least of our worries." Vincent states knowingly. Red sits at Reno and Vincent's feet and watches the two men converse. He already knows what Reno thinks of Vincent and wants to see how everything will play out.
"I know, but I've always been proud of my hair yo. It's been my thing. Rude had his glasses and I had my hair. My Ma had bright red hair like this, that's one of the thing I really remember 'bout her." Reno runs his fingers though his hair, calming himself.
"It's like what Cerberus is to me, then." Vincent rolls on his side to face Reno. "I have Cerberus put away. It would be a disgrace to use that piece of art on a zombie."
"Yeah, that gun is too good for those..those things. But it sure does pack a punch yo, I've gotten one of your bullets and that hurt like a bitch!" Reno lifts up his shirt to show the scar from where they took the bullet out.
"I used hollow-point bullets. They're meant to leave behind a nasty wound. I wouldn't use a hollow-point to kill a zombie, though. They're not meant for penetration, but they are meant for leaving behind a bunch of shrapnel inside a target's body." Vincent states bluntly. "They're more of a nuisance, as you have experienced."
"Yeah, we were out on the field so I got the fun of Tseng digging around inside me, taking out each piece. Luckily, we had some whiskey for me to drink to numb myself yo." Reno shakes he head as he remembers, a single tear falls at the thought of his lover.
Vincent can tell that Reno has become upset. "I'm sorry you lost him." Vincent knows that Reno must be thinking of how Tseng had to die, because Vincent felt the same pain, many years ago.
"T-thanks... I know he'd yell at me for actin' like this and want me ta keep livin', for him. But I can't help but I can't help but miss him yo, he was my first real love. Plus he was fun as hell ta tease." Reno sniffs and quickly wipes his eyes.
"You'll always miss him. There's nothing wrong with that, but sometimes, you have to live day by day, just to survive." Vincent seems to share his experience with Reno on how he persevered with his own pain.
"You would of liked him yo, you know...If we weren't enemies.. I've been tryin' my best, I know he's happy where he is and safe from...those things." Reno curls his hair around his fingers with a sad smile.
"I knew Tseng, actually. I was 27, and Tseng was a very young recruit...I hadn't seen him in so long, I almost didn't recognize him when I saw him as the leader of the Turks." Vincent sighs, and he wonders why he's reminiscing about the past with a former enemy.
"I first met him when he was 20, I thought he was stuck up at first, but I still crushed on him. I would say anything to make him blush, it was so easy." Reno said with a laugh.
"Tseng was only a boy when I met him. Only 13...That was back when the Turks were known as 'The Department of Administrative Research'."
"Hm, I was 13 when he recurted me for the Turks. He saw me killin' a...I don't know why I keep openin' up ta ya so much yo." Reno looks over at Vincent.
"It has something to do with being a Turk, I think. I hated what Shinra did to me, and I hate Hojo for what he's done, but there was a comradely to being a Turk. I can't deny that aspect of it."
'I wonder why I keep fallin' for older men.. I had enough of them at the Don's, maybe that's what fucked with my head.' Reno thinks to himself, he can't help but look Vincent in the eye. "Yeah, there was always a comradely. The Turks were my only family, I had no one else."
Vincent hears Tifa's voice call from upstairs. "Breakfast is ready!" Tifa shouts loud enough so everyone in the bar will hear the call to eat. Vincent rises from the mattress for breakfast. "Do you want to go upstairs?" Vincent asks Reno in a soft, low voice.
"Yeah, I'll make my way up there yo. You go ahead, I'll make my way back up there." Reno smiles at Vincent, he pats him on the shoulder.
Vincent nods and heads upstairs by himself. Red XIII approaches Reno and sits next to him. "It looked like you were going to kiss Vincent for a moment, there."
"Oh shut up, ya mutt! I was just havin' a nice talk with him, I..he's the only one who really likes me here, other than you and Tifa. Plus..It help to talk to someone 'bout Tseng." A light blush covers Reno's cheeks.
"I saw...When you were looking in Vincent's eyes, I thought you were going to kiss him." Red wags his tail. "Vincent is quiet, but he's a good listener."
"You're just over romantic yo, I think you've seen too many of the mushy movies." Reno smiles softly. "But..he is a very good listener, I feel like I can tell him everything yo."
Red XIII scratches his left ear and shakes his head. "I'm not romantic. I'm just telling you what I saw. I'm an animal, and I can sense these things."
"I'm not ready for anything yet yo.. He's just a good friend, that's all. Now lets go up and eat, I'm sure they're waitin' for us." Reno pushes himself up and hobbles to the jukebox.
Red follows Reno to the elevator. "I know, give it some time." Red wags his tail once he smells the breakfast Tifa made.
"Mmmm, that smells good yo.." Reno rides it up and takes a few steps out, pausing when everyone stares at him again. "Umm.. Good Mornin' yo.."
Cloud mumbles a 'Good morning' to Reno when Tifa gives Cloud a dirty look. Barret and Cid still don't want to have anything to do with Reno, and Vincent quietly eats his breakfast with Marlene and Denzel. Marlene, of course, being a friendly little girl greets Reno. "Good morning!" Tifa tells the children to scoot over for Reno, and Red sits under the table at Marlene and Denzel's feet.
Reno makes his way to the table and carefully sits down, making sure his feet don't hit Red. "This looks amazin', Tifa!" Tifa smiles and hands Reno his plate of toast with jam on it.
"It's only toast with a little bit of strawberry jam. It's nothing special." Once everyone is served, Tifa sits down to eat as well. Denzel tears off the crust of his bread and gives the scraps to Red XIII. Denzel giggles with a sore throat as Red licks his fingers. Tifa notices Denzel's scratchy voice. "Go back to bed when you're finished eating. You're still sick." Denzel coughs and clears his throat. "Yes, mum..."
"To me, any food looks amazin' yo." Reno picks it up and takes a bite, humming at it. "I..I know a cure for colds, I can make it maybe yo.." "Really? What's that?" Tifa asks, wanting anything to making Denzel feel better. "It's a soup Tseng used ta make me, an old Wutai cure yo." Reno says, shyly looking up.
Denzel looks over at Reno. "Soup? You mean like Chicken and Stars? Or...Alphabet soup?" Denzel smiles, knowing that he won't have to eat something strange.
"Um...well, it's an old recipe. He used to make it for me when I was sick yo. It has carrots in it, lily bulbs, some fresh ginger and..um.. some Carp tails." Reno waits for the reaction, knowing no child will like that.
Denzel scowls at the mention of fish. "I don't like fish...I think it tastes nasty!" Marlene pokes Denzel in the arm. "My daddy says you should try something, even if it looks bad!" Denzel rolls his eyes and huffs, blowing the fringe on his forehead aside. Tifa smiles at Denzel. "Don't worry, I'll cook everything. You like my cooking, don't you?" Denzel sighs. "Yes, mum. I do like what you cook, I just hate fish!" Tifa encourages Denzel. "It's alright. Sometimes, medicine doesn't always taste the best, but it's good for you."
"I don't like fish either yo, but this tastes really sweet; you can't even taste the fish. Believe me, Tseng had to fight me at first before I took a drink of it." Reno said with a smile, trying to show the boy that it's okay.
"Alright...but if you're lying to me, you have to eat something gross too!" Denzel dares Reno. Marlene giggles at Denzel, knowing how much he hates fish. "I'll eat some with you, if that will make you feel better." Marlene pats Denzel on the shoulder. "And I want you better so you can play with me!"
"Cross my heart yo!" Reno chuckles softly, he quickly finishes his meal, wanting to start on the soup as soon as he can. Once down he pushes himself up. "Is it alright if I start on it now?"
Tifa looks at Reno in surprise. "If you want to help me, of course! But, will you be able to help me with your injury?" Tifa cleans off the table as everyone finishes their breakfast.
"I could sit in a chair and tell ya the recipe, I haven't taken those pills yet today so I'll be safe with a knife yo.. Plus, I have to make sure it comes out right, or I'm in trouble." Reno winks at Denzel.
"In that case, would you like to cook everything outside? We could cook the soup over a real fire. Turning the stove on now will be a strain on our resources. You can sit outside and get some fresh air." Tifa rinses the dishes with alcohol, and everyone but Reno filters to their posts and chores.
"That sounds good yo, it'd nice to breath in some fresh air." Reno can't help but watch Vincent stand and leave, wondering what he's going to do. "Do you have soup bags? It'll help keep the bones out of the soup..
Tifa rummages through the bar's storage cabinets. "I think we do somewhere!" Tifa finds a package of soup bags, yet to be opened. "Here we are!" Tifa tosses the soup bags on the bar table. "We only have dried carp. I wouldn't eat anything other than dried or canned meat. Eventhough our refrigerator is running because of our generator, but it's only on during the daylight hours."
"That's have ta work, now we need lily bulbs for sweetness, ginger, and some carrots." Reno takes the soup bags, hanging them over his arm.
"We have canned sliced carrots, dried ginger..." Tifa places the ingredients in a row on the bar. "And we have some lilies growing in the back, along with some tomatoes, lettuce, and herbs."
Reno chews on his lips, knowing they're supposed to use the freshest ingredients but in these days, that is just not possible. "Those will have to work; we'll also need water, of course. I know it's scarce but everyone can eat this yo, not just the sick."
"We'll have to make due with what we have." Tifa shrugs her shoulders, knowing what Reno is saying is true. "I don't enjoy cooking with preserved foods either." Tifa sighs and gathers the cooking pot, utensils, and several bottles of water.
"This will still work out, they didn't have everything in the old days and this soup was still made yo." Reno takes what they need to cook and waits for Tifa to lead him outside.
"Let me show you the back." Tifa smiles and leads the way. She shows Reno the fire pit used to cook some of the daily meals. "We have the fire pit, and we also practice shooting out here." Tifa shows Reno where there are old cans and bottles lined neatly in a row. "Oh, and Cid's back here, trying to get that old Volkswagon bus to run! He's been working on it for days." Cid turns to look back at Tifa and Reno, covered head to toe in grease.
'Oh great, this should be fun yo. Wait..I..' Reno thinks to himself. "I know that bus yo, it was the Don's!" Reno looks over at it before he follows after Tifa, setting down everything by the fire pit.
"You mean that bastard from The Honeybee?" Tifa overhears Reno talking to himself. "Yeah, I'm glad he's gone." Tifa pours the water, filling the pot only to the middle. She hangs the pot over the blackened pit.
"Yeah, him..." Reno shakes his head, making the old memories go away. Reno takes the dried fish and puts it in the soup bag before setting the bag in the pot. "We'll let that boil for a bit yo, could you get the lily bulbs?"
"I'll get them, but I want to show you where the garden is, since you'll be staying here for awhile." Tifa walks around the corner, and in between the bar and the barricade, a garden was planted by Avalanche, in hopes of having some food in desperate times. "You know...the zombies have been in the slums for over a month, now. But, just a week ago, things have become much worse. I never would have thought the fall of Shinra would have been our death." Tifa almost talks to herself, reflecting on everything that has happened.
tsunade_sama888: "I know, most of our missions were us bein' sent ta the slums to try and get it under control, but..there was just ta many yo.." Reno hobbles over to look at the garden, not much but in these times it is hope.
Tifa, with a tear, pulls two Day Lilies out from the root, pulling the bulbs out in one piece. "If memory serves me right, the leaves are edible as well." Tifa hands the lillies over to Reno. "Maybe we can add them to the soup?"
"Sure, I don't see why not yo! I don't think Tseng would..would mind us adding to it." Reno takes the lilies and walks back over to the pot, he begins to dismantle three of the bulbs, brushing the dirt off of them.
Tifa pours water over the bulbs to wash off the excess dirt. She smiles encouragingly at Reno. "I'm sure Tseng would approve. We can't let any part of these to go to waste, either." Tifa picks off the lily petals with care.
"We can put the flowers in the bar yo, bring somethin' nice lookin' in." Reno smiles up at her and plops the bulbs in as well as the carrots, he stirs everything together before letting it cook. "Now we just have ta wait yo."
Tifa saves one of the lilies, leaving the petals intact. However, the ones she already picked go straight in the soup. "We can taste the soup later, and see if anything needs to be added. How long will it take for everything to cook?"
" 'bout an hour yo, I can keep an eye on it if you have somethin' ta do. It's not like I have much ta do." Reno leans back in the chair, watching the soup boil.
"I'll go inside and place this lily in a vase. I think it'll bring some cheer back to the bar." Tifa holds the bright orange lily close to her heart, feeling like it's a step towards being normal again.
Reno relaxes in the chair, hoping this soup turns out well. Wanting to win them over so he doesn't feel as much as an outsider.
Cid walks over to Reno once Tifa is inside. He lights a cigar and stands over the boiling pot of soup. "What the hell are you cookin'?"
"An old Wutai soup to help with colds, for Denzel yo.. Tseng would make it for me and he taught me how ta make it." Reno closes his eyes, trying to ignore the man who hates him.
"Wutai? They have some damn good food." Cid chuckles while biting down on his cigar. "Tell me, Turk, did ya' poison the shit?" Cid blows a ring of smoke in Reno's face.
Reno sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Tifa was with me the whole time yo, plus I'd never harm a child." He opens his eyes and waves the smoke from his face. "But you could poison it with that thing ya call a cigar."
"You're nuttier than squirrel shit, you know that?" Cid walks away from Reno, wanting to return to working on the old, broken down Volkswagon.
"Yep and proud of it yo!" Reno yells out with a smirk, he stares at the Don's van, remembering it picking him up when he was ten and his work started there. 'No, that was another lifetime ago.'
"Hey, while you're poisoning our food, you might as well help me with this piece of shit!" Cid calls out to Reno. Cid hates asking for help, but no one else is willing to work on the van because of the interior. It's floors and seats are sticky with residue that seems to be bodily fluids.
"Fine, ya old grease monkey!" Reno stirs the soup once more before hobbling over to the van, he finds a bucket and flips it over before sitting down on it. "Okay now, where the hell is the hood yo?
"I got your god damn grease monkey right here." Cid gives Reno the finger and moves his hand in a pumping motion. "It ain't got a hood. Everything's in the back."
"Ugh, ya just blinded me yo. And damn it, ya could of told me that before I sat down, ya ass!" Reno sighs as he carefully stands up and heads towards the back with his bucket.
"You jus' need to learn more about engines." A large piece of ash falls off of Cid's cigar. "I'll only explain the shit once, so pay attention."
"Hey! Give me a 'copter and I can fix that thing till it purrs yo! I..never had ta work with cars and vans!" Reno gets protective of his mechcanical know how.
"Helicopters, huh? I used to build those fuckers for Shinra back in the day...and fix 'em." Cid sits on the ground next to the Volkswagon's bumper. He smokes and drinks a cheap beer.
"I was the best pilot they had; I had my own helicopter that I took care of and everything yo." Reno smirks, he waits for Cid to tell him what to do.
"Yeah...And I bet you were underpaid too." Cid crawls under the Volkswagon. "Dirty Shinra bastards." Cid grumbles and pinches his hand on a piece of rusted metal. "Ah, god damn!" Cid shakes the pain out of his hand. "Hey, Turk, sit down 'ere so I can show you what I'm doing!"
"Hey! I was one of those dirty bastard yo, ya old man!"" Reno yells back at him before carefully sitting down on the ground, making sure not to hurt his foot.
"Look 'ere, Turk. The damn fuel line has a leak. Can't run the thing without gas." Cid wipes his hands on his jeans. "We gotta patch it."
"Alright, do we have anything ta patch it with yo?" Reno lays on his back to look under as well.
"I have some duct tape in my tool box. We'll have to use that." Cid wipes sweat from his brow. "Oh, and just because I'm showin' you how to do this, doesn't mean I like you! I'm guessin' you'll be here for awhile, so I might as well make your ass work while you're here!"
"Don't be thinkin' I like you either yo! This is just more entertainin' than watchin' soup!" Reno moves out and sits up before he reaches into the tool box and pulls out the duck tape.
Reno helps Cid with fixing the bus, and soon after, Reno hobbles back to the pot of soup to see if it's finished. The fishtail soup appears to be finished, so, Reno calls to Tifa, and Tifa brings Denzel outside with a bowl and a spoon. Marlene follows Denzel, wanting to try the soup as well. Little Marlene also carries a bowl and spoon. Tifa serves a portion of the hot soup to Denzel. The young boy scowls at the sight of a fishtail floating in his soup. "Bleh...This doesn't look very good." Denzel sticks his lounge out at the sight of the soup while Marlene is excited to try something new. "I think it looks yummy, Denzy!" Marlene picks up her spoon and carefully slurps at the hot broth. "It's good, Denzy! Just try it." Marlene encourages Denzel to try the soup, and after some encouraging,
Denzel tries the soup with his eyes closed. "It's...okay I guess." Denzel sighs.
"I added an extra lily bulb to make it really sweet for ya yo. It should make your throat feel better and help with the cough, alright little dude?" Reno asks Denzel with a smile, wanting the kids to like him and not be scared.
"Yeah...It's not bad, I guess. You won't have to eat something nasty, then. You won the bet!" Denzel swirls his spoon around in his bowl before taking another spoonful of broth down his throat.
Reno smiles at Denzel. "I trusted my soup yo, now drink it all so you feel better and all three of us can play a card game tagether."
"Playing cards is for boys!" Marlene says playfully. "I like playing with my dollies." Marlene eats a chunk of lily from the soup. "Your dolls are stupid." Denzel teases Marlene. "Nuh uh, Denzy! You're just jealous!"
"Hey hey now, we can do both yo! It's not like I can do much with this foot, now both of ya eat your soup." Reno looks around, wondering what he can do next.
Denzel tips the bowl towards his lips. "We can play later. I don't want to play with dolls, so we'll have to share something to play with." Marlene nods while eating her soup. Her pigtails bounce as she shakes her head. "Maybe we can play with Red?" Marlene suggests. Denzel's eyes light up in excitement. "Yeah, we can do that!"
Reno smiles down at them, finding them very cute together. He always wanted to have children, but he never thought he would be a good father.
Red XIII hears Marlene call out his name, and he runs outside to see what she wants. "I heard you call for me?" Marlene and Denzel sit down next to Red. "Yeah, I told Denzel I wanted to play with you." Marlene wraps her arms around Red's neck. "I love you, Red!" Marlene kisses Red on his muzzle. Denzel scratches Red's back with joy in his eyes. Red XIII is a sucker for affection from the children, so he nearly melts on the floor and exposes his stomach to be scratched. Marlene and Denzel both rub Red's stomach, causing Red's hind legs to kick in the air. Red XIII lets out a relaxed howl while Marlene and Denzel giggle with happiness.
Reno laughs softly, shaking his head at Red's reaction. "Well, I see I'm not needed here anymore yo! You got 'em, Red?"
"Yeah, I'll watch them." Red rolls back onto his stomach, and Marlene sits on Red's back. She laughs as Red walks around with her still riding on his back.
Reno smiles and gives them a wave before he hobbles away, towards the front of the bar. 'I'm glad I was able ta help the kids yo, it makes me feel good. I wonder where Vincent went ta yo..."
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