Room 429, Monday Evening

[raspberryturk]

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!]

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[raspberryturk]

He stopped walking again, at that. Looked at her with a faint frown puling at his lips as he let the question sink in and chew at his mind and ... it was difficult, really, making sense of the question as though his old name was something that he might just give out casually upon request.

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."

[the_merriest]

"I know that," she said. "You're you. You're Reno. But that doesn't mean he's dead. He's still ... with you. That's not a bad thing."

She gave him a long look. "But ... I didn't mean to ask if it's ... not something I should have. I'm sorry."

[raspberryturk]

"Nah, don't be sorry for that." Reno raised his free hand and waved it dismissively. "It's somethin' I walked away from. Someplace I don't ever wanna be again, and... the name's just all a part of that. That kid ain't me. He can stay that way, zoto."

[the_merriest]

"Okay," she said, nodding. "I get it. He's gone. Just ... you know. If he wasn't? I'd kinda want to meet him. That's all."

She had a feeling she was saying it wrong. Maybe he'd understand anyway.