Room 429, Monday, Early Afternoon
Reno cracked open one eye.
And then he cracked open the other.
And then he shot into a sitting position with a bit of a yelp, looking around his room in a cold sweat.
... Oh. Okay. Okay, he wasn't dead, and he wasn't locked in a closet while not dead, after all, and he was pretty certain that he was sane again. Or as close as he ever got to it. No evil twins? No vast fortune? He was still just a dirty paid killer from the slums? He'd just slept in?
Okay. Good. Reno shook his head to himself, swore up and down that someday he was gonna find the island's balls so that he could kick them in, and then he got out of bed to feed his ferret. His nice, normal, possibly slightly retarded mutt of a ferret, who had perfectly normal toes and a tendency to honk at anything that moved.
"Fandom is way too friggin' weird," he mumbled to himself.
Mako Dumbass the First agreed with a hearty sort of honk while he gnawed on Reno's fingers.
[Open if anyone wants to say hi. I just felt like being all posty.]
And then he cracked open the other.
And then he shot into a sitting position with a bit of a yelp, looking around his room in a cold sweat.
... Oh. Okay. Okay, he wasn't dead, and he wasn't locked in a closet while not dead, after all, and he was pretty certain that he was sane again. Or as close as he ever got to it. No evil twins? No vast fortune? He was still just a dirty paid killer from the slums? He'd just slept in?
Okay. Good. Reno shook his head to himself, swore up and down that someday he was gonna find the island's balls so that he could kick them in, and then he got out of bed to feed his ferret. His nice, normal, possibly slightly retarded mutt of a ferret, who had perfectly normal toes and a tendency to honk at anything that moved.
"Fandom is way too friggin' weird," he mumbled to himself.
Mako Dumbass the First agreed with a hearty sort of honk while he gnawed on Reno's fingers.
[Open if anyone wants to say hi. I just felt like being all posty.]