[ Reno takes the seat next to Kaveh and unbuttons his cuffs so he can roll his sleeves up too—that's more comfortable for him anyway, than the long sleeves and startched cuffs are around his wrists. his own forearms are scarred, too—not from lumber, but from blades and bullets and all the little hurts that come along with his profession, things that would have been a waste of a healing materia.
he props his right elbow on the table and clasps his hand in Kaveh's, then slightly adjusts his grip until it feels comfortable and steady. ]
I know Turk rules, I don't know if I know your rules. Lay 'em on me.
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he props his right elbow on the table and clasps his hand in Kaveh's, then slightly adjusts his grip until it feels comfortable and steady. ]
I know Turk rules, I don't know if I know your rules. Lay 'em on me.