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raspberryturk) wrote2008-05-19 05:45 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2008-05-19 05:45 pm
Lupus A4, Monday Evening
It had been A Day. A week. A whole weekend and Reno, who was still both puny and plastic, was in need of a drink.
He wasn't in a bad enough way that he was going to go to the bar. There were certain things that action figures shouldn't do in public. Sure, he could go to The Perk to give computer lessons and he could scar his friends for life, but the bar? Even if he was hurting for a drink and a smoke and a hell of a lot of escapism, he wasn't going to head to the bar. Besides, he had his own booze. It was simply a matter of getting into it. Easy as pie.
Or, it should have been, except the bottle toppled over as he was attempting to pry the cap off, and it took him with it. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, face down in spilled scotch, and his body was a good four inches away from his head.
Oh, good. Not only was he an action figure, but he was an action figure with a freaking faulty balljoint for a neck.
This would have been less problematic if his body wasn't more interested in saving the booze than it was in solving the fact that it was slightly decapitated at the moment.
"No, stupid, I'm over here."
It was going to continue being A Day.
[Open! And I swear, he'll be normal again tomorrow. I just had to. My own Reno action figure's head falls off on a regular basis. Pretty, yes. Lots of points of articulation? For sure. But clearly not made to do much looking around, poor thing.]
He wasn't in a bad enough way that he was going to go to the bar. There were certain things that action figures shouldn't do in public. Sure, he could go to The Perk to give computer lessons and he could scar his friends for life, but the bar? Even if he was hurting for a drink and a smoke and a hell of a lot of escapism, he wasn't going to head to the bar. Besides, he had his own booze. It was simply a matter of getting into it. Easy as pie.
Or, it should have been, except the bottle toppled over as he was attempting to pry the cap off, and it took him with it. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, face down in spilled scotch, and his body was a good four inches away from his head.
Oh, good. Not only was he an action figure, but he was an action figure with a freaking faulty balljoint for a neck.
This would have been less problematic if his body wasn't more interested in saving the booze than it was in solving the fact that it was slightly decapitated at the moment.
"No, stupid, I'm over here."
It was going to continue being A Day.
[Open! And I swear, he'll be normal again tomorrow. I just had to. My own Reno action figure's head falls off on a regular basis. Pretty, yes. Lots of points of articulation? For sure. But clearly not made to do much looking around, poor thing.]
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He bit his wee plastic tongue.
"Nevermind, Boom. You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
He was trying to spare himself a little humiliation, here.
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Sokka crept over, a grin on his face. If Rikku'd been changed by Fandom into something thoroughly embarrassing, he HAD to see. When he peered around the edge of the curtain, the tableaux was... not quite what he had expected.
It was better.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
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"I hate you. I hate you, and I hate this stupid island, and I hate plastic, and I hate scotch, and I hate-" Wait. "No. I don't hate scotch. But I freakin' hate you right now, Boom."
His body demonstrated how much it didn't hate scotch by giving the bottle a warm, fuzzy hug.
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"I'm gonna kill you, Boom! Gonna walk across the hall when I'm in one piece again and-" Deep breath. Thing. It was really mysterious how he managed to inhale without things like a body, or lungs. But he managed.
He would give anything for a smoke right now. And also, for his head to be resting on his shoulders.
"Okay. Look. Nobody's gonna believe that you're takin' pictures of anything more than just an action figure what looks like I do, right? So why waste the film or whatever?"
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His body had other plans. It was going to shake a fist up at Sokka angrily.
Reno's body clearly didn't have a good head on its own shoulders.
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Yeah. Reno wasn't going anywhere. His head was pretty stuck, and his body had returned to giving the bottle gentle caresses. It was okay. It was only a little spilled. He still loved it.