raspberryturk: (Dusting himself off)
Reno of the Turks ([personal profile] raspberryturk) wrote2008-04-02 11:55 am

Room 429, Wednesday Morning

He really didn't want to go up to the roof, earlier, to gather up his jacket again. But he did. Had to see.

It was cold when he pulled it back on. Hadn't even been particularly cold out last night. Funny how that worked.

Didn't go too well with the usual Wednesday-morning hangover.

And damn, had he sent out a crapload of fruit baskets. Hopefully they would all get lost in delivery, as he had sent them out while he was pretty damn inebriated, or else the maybe-majority of the population of the island hadn't made the connection between microphone feedback and why they were getting them. Not that Reno cared. Reno was back in his room now, busying himself trying to fit the pieces of his laptop back together. He had a... report to write. By Friday.

This thrilled him to no end. Obviously.

His door was actually open a bit, today. Maybe to let out some of the cold that wasn't really in the air.

[Open for anyone who would like to drop by and rant about fruit baskets, or anything of the sort-- just keep in mind, I've got an hour before I have to leave for work, and then my availability is gone until later this evening.]

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Someday, Dōjima will learn the art of knocking.

Today is not that day.

Instead, she kicked the door open with her foot as she walked in, hands full with newly-microwaved instant ramen (and some random pieces of fruit). "You sound like shit. Eat. I even managed not to burn it."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, because when even radio squirrels notice that you're crabby, you're fabulous," she said, rolling her eyes. "Besides, you send me a fruit basket, you help me eat it. I don't do health food."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Obviously." No, she wasn't smirking at the clear signs of hangover. That would be bad. "I'm pretty proud of myself. I don't cook, using the microwave without setting things on fire is a big step for me."

Dōjima dug two plastic spoons out of her bag, shoving one in his ramen. "I think I got aspirin too, but you don't get any until there's something in your stomach. Eat."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's even little vegetables in there and everything," she mused, spinning her spoon to try and wind noodles around it. Normally, she'd bring chopsticks, but she doubted Red had that level of dexterity today. "Instant noodles, curing hangovers since before God made booze."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Last night? You sounded strange, but it could just be written off as a maudlin drunk. Right now? You sound like someone ran over your puppy. I don't know what you binged on, but I suggest cutting it from your diet." Sighing, she put her noodles down and began digging around in her bag. "Here, I cave, I take pity. Have the nice white pills."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"No shit." Dōjima reached over, flicking some dirt from his jacket. "I'm shallow, Red, not stupid. We've been over this."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Crap.

"I've always felt honesty was over-rated, you know." Yurika closed her eyes, sipping her own ramen. "Maybe that makes me a raging bitch and a hypocrite, but I don't see anything wrong with the sensible social lies. Sometimes, people can't hear the truth, they don't know how to, and forcing it on them would be cruel."

NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-02 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do the job." It was flat, but calm, and it wasn't Dōjima watching him anymore. "You go out, and you do the job, because it has to be done. If you didn't do it, someone else would, and better you than some psycho that would enjoy it."

Yurika smiled at him thinly. "It's the job, Red, and someone needs to do it."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't have to be," she said, flopping down to lay accross the bed. "Ever consider getting a hobby? You know, besides denial and hedonism? I knew a guy once who collected pressed flowers."

"But yeah, you're right. If she doesn't want to date the job, she's got that right." Dōjima shrugged slightly. "Some of us don't get that option. If I was a boy, I'd be training to be your boss right now. I think I'm lucky my father thinks I don't have the brains for the job. I wouldn't want to be the one giving the orders, not the ones like it sounds you've had to carry out."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't we just, you know, find a Witch somewhere and turn your boss into a bunny or something? Might work wonders for your job description." Dōjima tilted her head to watch him.

"So, the plate-thing. Was than an exaggeration, or are you serious?" She wasn't judging, just watching. "Or you can tell me to shut up and go away. I might not listen, but you could still do it."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
There was a long pause, and Dōjima just looked at him blankly.

Finally, she shook her head. "Red, I love you in a completely platonic and not-dirty way, you know that, but that's quite possibly the most fucked-up thing I've ever heard. Not to mention that your plan sucked. I'm buying you people a new strategist."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It's always politics," she snapped back, eyes flashing. "Always strategy and maneuvering. You can't have one without the other, even I know that. The world would probably stop spinning without them. Yeah, you might not like it, but that's the way it is."

Dōjima sighed, deliberately stomping on her temper. Not helping. "Sorry, that wasn't fair."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Which you obviously adore," she said dryly. "Fuck, Red, I know fair doesn't enter into it. Again, not stupid. I was apologizing for loosing my temper, not for telling the truth."

Yurika sighed, thumping her head down on the bed. "You're more than the stupid job, Reno. If Rikku doesn't get that, well, that's sad. I thought better of her than that. What the hell did she think you did, anyway? I figured parts of it out, and I'm not the one sleeping with you."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yurika went pale, but didn't move from her spot, didn't break eye-contact. "You know perfectly well that I grew up with 'this kinda shit'. Do I know the details? No. But even a protected princess picks up the basics. But no, I don't do what you do," Yet. "I haven't killed anyone. I don't ever want to kill anyone. Do I really seem like that to you, Reno?" Please, oh please say no.

"I think Rikku's one of the sweetest people I've ever met," she said softly, finally dropping her gaze. "I think maybe, she was the youngest of us last weekend for a reason."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't take it back," she agreed quietly, "but you want to, don't you? That's worth more than you think."

"Finding out Romeo was married... that he deliberately hid it from me, that hurt. Knowing that he never wanted to hurt me, that's what let me go back. Give her some time to cool down, Red." Hesitantly, she reached out to tweak his ponytail. "And fucking eat something. You aren't going to win her back by starving yourself to death."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Bitch bitch bitch. Didn't think you'd be sober or coordinated enough to use chopsticks today, and I didn't have any clean forks. Be glad I didn't burn it." Yurika stretched out on the bed, smiling slightly. "Since I'm so terrible, next time I won't bother to bring the hangover food, yo. Or the nice painkillers."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"But then it's not as amusing for me," she replied. "If you thought I showed up with pure altruistic motives, you're sadly mistaken. I just came to mock the hangover. All this," Dōjima waved a hand negligently, "was an accident. That'll teach you to talk to strange girls bearing food."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Lesson learned until I show up with take-out, right? Because I get bored easily, and there's so many television shows we could be mocking."

Yurika blinked at the condition of his laptop. "Red, What the heck did you do to that thing?"

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
"The mysterious Rude. Often mentioned, never seen. I'm starting to think he's your imaginary friend."

"Let's do this weekend over, I liked being seven," she said. "Better yet, let's rewind and go back to Mexico. I miss the sunshine."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"If we move time back to Mexico, maybe we can skip the aliens, and I can figure out how to admit that I like Romeo without the aid of an embarrassing musical number. Sounds like a win for everyone," Dōjima said, shaking her head. "All the people with powers around here, and no one has magical time travel abilities. What a waste."

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I bet."

Yurika chewed on her lip, suddenly looking very very young.

"Want a hand?"

She could be referring to the laptop.

Re: NFB from here, Plz!

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-04-03 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"You should see some of the shit I've broken," she teased, scooting to lean over his shoulder. "This one time, Tōko and I went on a bender in, god, um, London? Yeah, London, right before I got kicked out of that one school. See, there was this boy," she prattled on, digging around in her bag as she talked.

"...and the look on his face was priceless. I don't think they've ever managed to re-open that cafe," she mused, finally pulling out the object of her search. "Um, I have duct tape? It solves everything?"