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raspberryturk

Room 429, Saturday Evening

Sep 21, 2008 00:18

So, today had been a long day. Between his best buddy getting shot by some fancy-talking twit on the beach, and the annoying hex that had been placed on him by that nasty, nasty old chick during his and Doji's Sex Ed presentation, Reno was more than just a little ready to curl up on a chair by the window, staring out over the island ( Read more... )

people: romeo, people: rikku, people: doji, what: bde, places: room 429

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the_merriest September 21 2008, 06:31:27 UTC

He might be a dumbass, but he was her dumbass, and that meant she had to check on him.

No, she wasn't talking about Mako.

Rikku rapped on the door a few times, worrying a little.

raspberryturk September 21 2008, 06:35:18 UTC

Reno opened his mouth out of habit, to tell whoever was at the door that it wasn't locked.

No dice.

With something of an exasperated sigh, he picked himself from the ball he was in on the chair, and he made his way to the door to actually open it himself.

Oh, hey. Rikku.

He'd have offered her something of a tired smile at that point, but his face hurt. So he just kind of lurched forward and pulled her into a squeezy sort of hug, instead.

the_merriest September 21 2008, 06:38:30 UTC

Rikku squeezed back. "You stopped giggling," she said, settling in. "You still can't talk, huh?"

Deep sigh. "I told you not to set her off."

raspberryturk September 21 2008, 06:46:52 UTC

Reno's response to that was a bit of a shrug of his shoulders as he loosened his grip on her, his gaze falling to the floor.

He'd had a mind to go out and hunt that Tybalt guy down, as soon as he was sure Doji had been distracted and nobody else was gonna get hurt. He would have grabbed his EMR and packed some spare potions, and then he would have enjoyed listening to that freak howl in pain as he buried the end of his stun baton deep into the guy's guts...

Kinda hard to do while cackling like a hyena on nitrous oxide on a television documentary set on mute.

He shrugged again, a somewhat more frustrated, angry kind of shrug, and then gestured into his room. He wanted to sit down again, dammit. His sides were still sore, too.

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