Room 429, Late Thursday Night

[raspberryturk]

Reno was not hiding his his dorm room.

Far from it. He was up and doing paperwork. Turk paperwork. Paperwork was important, and had been a huge freaking chunk of his life for the past week, and he was going to get it done and over with if it killed him.

He hadn't been hiding in his room at all today.

Not even if there had been giant space-rocks in flying class.

Reno of the Turks did not hide.

It didn't mean he was hiding if he was doing his stupid paperwork while sitting on the stupid floor under his stupid desk. Shut up. Just shut up.

[Open if you're up this late for whatever reason. Mostly, I just wanted to post something to prove I'm still alive after the move. Hi!]

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[raspberryturk]

Reno caught the boot and scowled.

"Yeah, you better be. Some people're tryin' to sleep, here."

Not him, of course. But the noisy twit in the hallway didn't have to know that.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. Just...couldn't sleep, decided to go for a walk."

[raspberryturk]

"And does your walkin' normally involve merrily whistlin' down the hallways of the dorms in the dead of night?" Reno was seriously weighing the positives and negatives of throwing the boot, hard, at this guy's knee. "Take it outside, or you're gonna catch more'n just a boot, yo."

Grumpy. Yep.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Allright, I'm going, already," he replied, getting mad. "Me and my whistle are gone." He started walking off.

Whistling slowly.

[raspberryturk]

That? That was a pen flying at the back of Jack's head right before Reno slammed the door.

Jerk.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"What the?!"
Hey, free pen. Shame not to use it.

Jack did not draw a giant phallic symbol on the door with the pen. Nope. Must have been someone else. Especially since it was signed Sokka Madrocks.

[*snerk* time to go to woooork!]

[raspberryturk]

Later that night, when Reno wandered from the room to do that which people must sometimes do (nature calls, you just gotta answer), he took note of the crude drawing on the door. And he deadpanned. He scoffed.

Neither Jamie OR Sokka was that immature. That was... a special level of immature.

Reno snorted, and then wiped the penis off of his door. And then made a mental note to hunt down the guy who had his pen and turn him into a frog or something. Noisy jerk.

[There was maybe, uh, three different levels of modding going on in that ping of yours, dude. o.0]

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

[meeep. Want me to delete?]

[raspberryturk]

[Nah. Reno cleaned off his door, s'all good. Just be more careful in the future whose stuff you graffiti on without permission and who you implicate in the process, maybe? Thanks!]