Genral Disclaimer: All people, places, and things from the Final Fantasy VII universe are property of Square-Enix. I am merely borrowing them because I have no shiny toys of my own to play with.

Reno's teeth chattered loudly and he pulled his navy blue jacket tighter around his slim frame as he glared across the office at his partner. Rude had insisted that it was too hot, and had decided to turn the air conditioner on to the highest setting. It was still over one-hundred degrees outside, but the room was beginning to feel like at least fifty below zero.

“Can't we... turn it down just a little?” he asked, shuddering with cold partway through the statement. He had already tucked in his shirt – something he never did – in hopes that it would help keep his body heat trapped against his skin and prevent him from developing hypothermia. He was becoming precariously close to zipping up his jacket, as well.

“It's not that cold in here,” Rude insisted, the usual gruffness of his voice further accentuated with his annoyance at Reno's childish behavior. Never once did he complain when Reno wanted to turn the heat up when it was cold outside, even if the extra heat in the tiny, cramped office made him break out in a horrible sweat.

“S-speak for your-s-self,” the redheaded Turk stuttered, pointing a trembling finger at his partner. “Y-you've got all th-th-that extra muscle to h-help keep you war-warm.” He held up one of his own slender arms. “S-See?”

“Stop being such a baby.”

“I'm n-not being a b-bay-baby,” Reno replied, flexing his arm in an attempt to make his point. “S-see? N-n-nothing. I have n-no natural way of f-f-fending off the c-cold.”

Rude merely sighed and shook his head, returning his attention to the paperwork that had piled up on his desk in their absence. “Quit whining,” he growled.

“F-fuck you,” Reno yelled as best he could in his current state. He stood from his desk and zipped his jacket up all the way, then jammed his hands into its pockets and began making his way to the door of their shared office.

“I'm g-going to get some c-coffee,” he told Rude, then took the doorknob in his numb fingers and opened the door, glad for the slightly warmer air of the hallway that hit him in the face as he left.