Room 501, Wednesday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Why yes, yes Reno does, in fact, check his e-mail.

Junk, junk, junk, junk with spam filling, ten messages from the boss informing him that his second report is half a week late, junk, invite to the Girls with Guns club, spam, spam, junk, jun-- Ooooh

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[palestshadow]

Naminé was on her way back to the second floor, having destroyed poor Sokka's mind with the suggestion that perhaps, Valentine's advances were not completely unwanted - and it would be cruel to laugh at that, so she would try very hard not to - when she noticed the door to 501 open.

She was only going to glance in and continue on her way, except the boy sitting and checking his e-mail had flame-red hair, sticking out somewhat uncontrollably, and she had to stop for a moment, reminding herself that red hair wasn't that uncommon and some people had very little in common with the person they had switched into. There was no reason to think he was the person she'd been meaning to look up. And yet --

"Excuse me?" Naminé said, leaning against the doorway uncertainly. "Are you ... Reno?"

[raspberryturk]

"Yo!" Reno turned around and grinned. Girl in doorway? Who knew his name? How could be possibly not be smiling?

Oh, hey. She was kinda cute.

[palestshadow]

It almost sounded like Axel, the voice familiar-yet-different, and Naminé couldn't help smiling back. Maybe they all had oddities tying themselves to the strange others they had become. Interesting to think about.

She flushed, lightly. "I ... was hoping I could come in for a moment, and speak with you. If it isn't an imposition. It's ..." She bit her lip. "It's about this weekend."

[raspberryturk]

The cute ones always came with complications, didn't they?

Reno shrugged his shoulders and closed his laptop, being about as nonchalant as he could manage, given the reminder of the weekend that had threatened to break his brain.

"Door's wide open," he replied, leaning back into his chair. "I'm not gonna say no, yoto."