Outside Room 429, Late Thursday

[the_merriest]

Citrus. All day. She'd been smelling it and tasting it whenever she licked her lips and apparently it was everybody? Weeeeeeeird.

Tangerine on her lips and kinda blood orange-y on her arms and peach on her wrists and lemony on her shoulders and there were some spots she couldn't reach, dang it.

This required assistance. Knock knock knock!

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[raspberryturk]

Reno? Reno was totally sitting on his bed with all of his bottles of booze spread out in front of him. He was alternating between sucking back a swig from a bottle of tequila, and then washing it down with a mouthful of rum, and then licking his lips and looking rather perplexed.

"Still taste like tequila," he mumbled, then looked up at the door. "S'not locked, zoto!"

As though it ever was?

[the_merriest]

There was a very bouncy Al Bhed girl, flinging the door open and slamming it shut behind her, and very insistently pouncing onto Reno and knocking him back onto his bed.

After a few minutes, she lifted her head, licked her lips curiously, and giggled. "Booze. Should've guessed, zoto."

[raspberryturk]

"You are what you eat?" Reno shrugged and grinned. "You're kinda fruity. Fandom what-the-hell strikes again, huh?"

He so wasn't complaining. At all.

[the_merriest]

"I'm all orangey," she announced. "Differently in different spots. Are you boozey everywhere?"

This required swiping her tongue over his neck, which caused her to burst out giggling. "Whoa."