[ without eyes in the back of his head, Reno can't see the flower she's put in his hair, but he can tell that something is happening and assumes it must be magic. it's interesting, really. magic for him is so... well, not mundane, but certainly not used this way. the power of the planet condensed into little balls of pure energy, and they've been using them as weapons instead of for growing irises. no wonder Aerith hated them all so much.

Fearne's fingers slide through his hair again, tugging loosely, and Reno shivers and says, ] You'd better quit that or you're gonna get a lot more than a kiss out of this bargain.

[ not that Reno's necessarily opposed, but, you know. it's nice to give a girl some warning, he thinks.

being called a courier makes him grin, but he shakes his head in the negative. ] Not a courier. You want a hint?