Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2008-04-14 08:28 pm
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Room 429, Monday Evening
To Reno, today had been about as uneventful as a Monday without classes could possibly be.
Except for the sheep.
He never would have suspected that another day devoted to lazily surfing the internet for t-shirts with dirty slogans could possibly turn into an attack by a flock of tiny ruminants, swarming in around his ankles and attempting to graze on his socks.
With this unexpected invasion underway, Reno did the only thing he could think of.
He put a bowl on the floor, he filled it with the last of his rum, and he watched.
Who needed the internet when there was a room filled with tiny drunken sheep to watch?
He was silently hoping for a baaaaaar brawl to break out.
[The door is open, the post is open, I cannot promise sanity, as I have slept two hours in the past 48. Again. Hooray sheep!]
Except for the sheep.
He never would have suspected that another day devoted to lazily surfing the internet for t-shirts with dirty slogans could possibly turn into an attack by a flock of tiny ruminants, swarming in around his ankles and attempting to graze on his socks.
With this unexpected invasion underway, Reno did the only thing he could think of.
He put a bowl on the floor, he filled it with the last of his rum, and he watched.
Who needed the internet when there was a room filled with tiny drunken sheep to watch?
He was silently hoping for a baaaaaar brawl to break out.
[The door is open, the post is open, I cannot promise sanity, as I have slept two hours in the past 48. Again. Hooray sheep!]
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She tugged lightly on his hand until he turned around, and slid her arms around him.
"I ... get it. I think. Your family. And ... your identity. What it means to be you, yeah?"
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"I wasn't anything until I was a Turk," he mumbled, and then returned the hug. "Nothin' before it's worth thinkin' on. So... just throw it all away and... whatever. Yeah. It's my identity, yo. And my family and the rest of it. And sometimes I hate it, but that don't mean I can just turn and leave it behind, either."
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He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers for a moment, then caught himself and straightened up a little. But just a little.
"Whatever that was, I'm me now anyhow, zoto."
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Shhhh, she was allowed to be a dork.
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He grinned a little at that.
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Back to walking again, which meant reaching over to take his hand again. "Don't you miss it? I mean. It's kind of weird for me sometimes just that ..." She blushed. "It's kinda stupid. No laughing?"
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"No laughing," he promised, smiling over at her. Smiling was easy when her hand was in his like this. Crazy.
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She lifted a shoulder. "What was your name? Before."
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He hadn't thought that name in years. It wasn't him.
He shrugged a shoulder, took a breath. Tried to put his head around it. Couldn't.
"The kid who had that name died a long time ago," he said at last. "Sayin' his name now would be like bringin' back a ghost. My name is Reno."
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She gave him a long look. "But ... I didn't mean to ask if it's ... not something I should have. I'm sorry."
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She had a feeling she was saying it wrong. Maybe he'd understand anyway.