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Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Class #1] [Monday]
Ah, teamwork.
Genesis lounged in the chair behind the teacher’s desk, looking more ready to sign autographs than to teach and the smile toying at his lips was hardly likely to reassure any of his students who knew him. Or, for that matter, his co-teacher.
Who was thrilled with him.
"Yo. Rookies." Reno was trying not to be too obvious about talking through clenched teeth, but with the way he was standing about two steps behind Genesis and occasionally directing death-glares to the back of his head, it was apparent that he was having problems. "Welcome to Teamwork 101, where even the teachers apparently gotta learn this junk as they go, yo."
Reno had not been planning on this.
Of course not, which was what made it so very entertaining. "As, presumably, most of you signed up of your own will," Genesis said dryly, "I’m going to assume that you are all aware that this is a class wherein nearly everything will be done with the aid of at least one other person."
Genesis smiled thinly. "Today, it’s introductions. You are all to pair up, find out enough about each other to introduce your partners and then do so. Reno?"
“This guy here is Genesis-with-a-weird-assed-last-name,” Reno replied, nodding towards the SOLDIER. "Passin’ not-bad with a sword. Obsessed with red leather and purple apples, yo. Quotes bad poetry."
Well. The exercise didn’t say that they had to be nice about it.
That it didn’t. Genesis looked amused. "And my introduction was courtesy of Reno, last name need not apply. He drinks too much, eats too little, and once upon a time, murdered, spied and kidnapped people. Got paid well for it, too."
They were clearly going to be besties.
Reno cleared his throat, sparing the back of Genesis’ head another dirty look, and then shrugged and shot the class a strained grin.
"And you wouldn’t believe the health benefit package for that, either. So! Get to it, yo. And if any of you are lookin’ to TA for us this semester,” you know, the well-paid murderer and the... other well-paid murderer, “swing by after class and we’ll see about it, yo."
And Genesis smirked. He was allowed as, after all, he’d gotten the chair.
[The OCD is a work in progress... The OCD has been completed on schedule! \o/]
Genesis lounged in the chair behind the teacher’s desk, looking more ready to sign autographs than to teach and the smile toying at his lips was hardly likely to reassure any of his students who knew him. Or, for that matter, his co-teacher.
Who was thrilled with him.
"Yo. Rookies." Reno was trying not to be too obvious about talking through clenched teeth, but with the way he was standing about two steps behind Genesis and occasionally directing death-glares to the back of his head, it was apparent that he was having problems. "Welcome to Teamwork 101, where even the teachers apparently gotta learn this junk as they go, yo."
Reno had not been planning on this.
Of course not, which was what made it so very entertaining. "As, presumably, most of you signed up of your own will," Genesis said dryly, "I’m going to assume that you are all aware that this is a class wherein nearly everything will be done with the aid of at least one other person."
Genesis smiled thinly. "Today, it’s introductions. You are all to pair up, find out enough about each other to introduce your partners and then do so. Reno?"
“This guy here is Genesis-with-a-weird-assed-last-name,” Reno replied, nodding towards the SOLDIER. "Passin’ not-bad with a sword. Obsessed with red leather and purple apples, yo. Quotes bad poetry."
Well. The exercise didn’t say that they had to be nice about it.
That it didn’t. Genesis looked amused. "And my introduction was courtesy of Reno, last name need not apply. He drinks too much, eats too little, and once upon a time, murdered, spied and kidnapped people. Got paid well for it, too."
They were clearly going to be besties.
Reno cleared his throat, sparing the back of Genesis’ head another dirty look, and then shrugged and shot the class a strained grin.
"And you wouldn’t believe the health benefit package for that, either. So! Get to it, yo. And if any of you are lookin’ to TA for us this semester,” you know, the well-paid murderer and the... other well-paid murderer, “swing by after class and we’ll see about it, yo."
And Genesis smirked. He was allowed as, after all, he’d gotten the chair.
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Rosalind was a Turk. She wouldn't spill her guts to the likes of him, he had faith in that.
Cloud wouldn't know too many details about the things that Genesis had done. He'd like, what, glanced at him once in Modeo? Hardly worth the effort it took to care.
... The puppy.
"My reasons are mine," he said, simply. And this time, he was making the effort that it took to make his lie believable. "Ain't like anyone else on the island'll have any clue what the hell you did to piss me off, yo."
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And oh, Genesis sounded pleased.
"So I did do something to you."
Well, it was better than knowing it was just insanely distorted rivalry.
...
... Don't look at him like that.
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He was starting to realize what those headaches that Tseng suffered so often were like.
"Anyhow, it's done, it's over, at least in my timeline. That don't mean I gotta like you."
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Oh, and he acted like Genesis was the one with the problems.
Never mind that Genesis had hardly gone out of his way to make Reno like him. Genesis didn't do that for anyone.
(...It truly was a mystery how he'd gotten two fanclubs.)
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"I ain't blamin' you for it," Reno all but snarled. "I'm just waitin' for it."
Which made loads of sense too, didn't it?
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"And pray tell," Genesis mused, "how is that different?"
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"Let's just say, you ain't givin' me a hell of a lot of faith that you won't go and pull the same stunt over again, yo."
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Because he was oh so likable, right?
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"Damn cryin' shame," he agreed. "It's a damn cryin' shame."
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