Room 504, Sunday Afternoon

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Zack had the crazy idea to let the baby chicobo go and Ino and sulked and pouted and kissed the wee bird and informed him that he couldn't sleepover anymore ever if he managed to get rid of it.

She was pretty sure he hadn't even heard her since he'd already been out the door and rambling at Mister Chocho. So Ino was going to spend the afternoon talking to the plants in the room and making sure they were all watered just exactly as her Daddy had taught her.

Being Ino, she wasn't doing that bad of a job considering her age. She did know her plants.

And they were getting a very grave recitation about why boys were stupid and boys who wanted to get rid of something as adorable as the chicobo were even stupider.

(… Sorry, Zack.)

[puppy_fair's leaving modded with permission. Open door and post!]

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"Like how they're better than candy for me?" she said, then added, "Mommy says so anyway. But candy doesn't hurt me so flowers won't hurt him, right?"

You should never tell a child something is good for them, Reno. Invariably that backfires.

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Yeah, Reno really should have seen that one coming.

"Until he eats too many any gets a baby bird tummy ache," Reno replied. And then rolled his eyes toward the ceiling upon the realization that he'd just uttered the phrase, 'baby bird tummy ache.'

He blamed Fandom.

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That, however, was something that would work on her.

She didn't want Mister Chocho to get sick, after all. "... Would he like apples?"

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"If they're cut up small enough that he can get his beak around 'em," Reno agreed. And then, as an afterthought, he added, "Get a grownup to help you cut the apples, though."

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...

"I'm a big girl!" she cried, outraged. "I have weapons!"

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... Oh. Well. Crap. Think fast, Reno.

"Yeah, but can you reach the countertop?"

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... No.

"That's what stools and climbing are for," she said, with reasonable indignation in her voice. That was a no, no she couldn't reach the countertop yet.

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"With a hungry chocobo underfoot?"

See, now he was just grasping at straws, here.

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...

"Mister Chocho would be good," she said sulkily.

That was almost her conceding he maybe had a point.

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"Maybe once you train him better," Reno replied, shrugging. And not pointing out that this all depended on Zack not doing something idiotic like stranding it alone in the preserve.

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Zack was banned from sleepovers if he did that.

"Do you know how to train him?" she asked. She could get tips!

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"Positive reinforcement," Reno suggested. "Tell it to do somethin', and when it listens, give it a scratch behind the ears, yo."

The... earholes? Whatever. It was a bird.

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"I can do that," she replied, beaming. "It makes the cutest noises when you do that!"

She was a little girl, shut up.

"But now you see why Zack is stupid? Stupidest. He's not allowed to get rid of Mister Chocho."

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"He's a pretty dumb kid," Reno agreed, and at least that much came easily to him. "Ain't much out there better'n a chocobo to keep you company. especially if you raise 'em from chicobo, yo."

Like the ones that he'd gotten for himself and Rikku. Only theirs were cooler.

They were blue.

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"I'm goin' to steal his slippers," she confided. "Even if he comes back and still has Mister Chocho with him. That'll show him."

Also, that probably let Reno know that they were sharing a room and saw little problem with that. Oops.

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... Yep. There was the forehead slap yet again. And a sigh. Neither of which, Reno was trying to hide anymore.

"Been havin' sleepovers, have you?"

Gods help him.

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"It's more fun than being 'lone," she said, nodding. "And when he's not being stupid he's pretty okay."

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Yep. There went the planet.

"You don't think he's doing what he's doing because he thinks that Mister Chocho'll be happier that way, yo?"

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"Mister Chocho was happy this morning," she said, with conviction. Surely the warbling and lack of pecking meant that, right?

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Reno strongly suspected that it meant that the poor thing had been mauled by children so much that it had simply given up.

"Well," he said, noncommittally, "maybe you'll luck out and he'll follow the puppy home again, yo."

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They were very affectionate children!

... mauled was possibly accurate.

"You don't believe that'll happen," she accused.

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"You never know," Reno replied, smirking. "Maybe Zack's got the thing tied to a leash or something, and he don't wanna let it go any more'n you do."

Which, knowing Zack, wouldn't surprise Reno all that much.

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"You're laughing at me," she said, pouting. Could he hear that pout? "You're no fun at all."

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It was the cutest freaking pout ever. Even over the phone. Who let kids pout like that, anyhow?

"I have my moments, Rookie. Just take good care of that bird, okay?"

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"Am no Rookie," she informed him solemnly. "I'm going to be the best kunoichi ever and they're not rookies ever."

Yes, they were.

"I can take care of Mister Chocho, though."