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[notsorude]

Today had been a long day, maybe too long. Rude had to drag his own partner out of the snow and somehow remain calm and professional about the whole thing. Deep down he was really worried, but there was no use in showing how he felt. For a split second he thought he lost Reno, and something inside him stirred up and couldn’t be calmed until he saw

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[boozeplz]

From the light of his laptop, it was easy to see under Reno's blanket fort. That is, if one could call it a fort: it was more of a blanket pile, considering he lacked the things required to make a good fort, aka something to drape blankets over. That was the bad thing about solitary, but at least this time he had a laptop and something comfy. The padded walls weren't always as nice as they looked.

As much as he complained about boredom, there really wasn't much else he wanted to do in the asylum. If he was given a chance he would be able to find something to do for entertainment, but searching that out required him to stop being lazy, and that was too much to ask for, sometimes.

But he was enjoying himself as much as possible, typing away quietly and curled up under the large amount of blankets. It wasn't like he was cold from trying to escape anymore, but the building had always been a little chilly.

Upon hearing a familiar baritone voice call his name, Reno grinned and tried to push the blankets away. However, he had buried himself so effectively that it didn't work the first time, so he had to screw up his whole pile to get out, snarling lightly in mild frustration. His hair looked like a ball of fluff from the static.

"Yo, Rude!" He cheered once he remembered why he was struggling out of the blankets. "How ya been?"