raspberryturk | Room 429, Sunday Night

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Room 429, Sunday Night

Okay. So the fight against the centaur yesterday had been fun.

The fight against Hades today had been... less fun.

But they'd pulled people out of Hell-Or-Whatever-It-Was, and the day was saved. Or something of the sort.

Clearly, the best way for Reno to celebrate this was to bang his forehead against the door, down one ponytail and up one Rikku.

He'd get around to actually opening his door eventually. Just as soon as he felt up to pretending that his hands weren't too charred to dig the key from his pocket.

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"You closed the wounds," Rikku said calmly. "If it's not too much blood, people can regrow it again, you know? You just need to give them time to heal."

Idly, she wondered if Yunie could heal things like Lifestreams. If she could move pyreflies ...

"A couple of people," she frowned. "Got a letter or two this weekend, haven't even opened them yet, so I need to sit down and reply already, but -- you know. This has been going on. One's from the Crusader Lodge, so I'm guessing that's Gatta. The other's probably Gippal."

Bleh, Gippal.

Reno could tell that Rikku was absolutely thrilled over this Gippal guy.

"Gippal?"

This was why he was ditching further conversation about Gaia in favor of pestering her to find out who in the world that was.

"It's nobody," she said, folding her arms and glaring off into space. "Just some stupid jerk that I have to write 'cause he's part of the machina faction. So ooooh, he's in charge of something, looks like he's not the complete moron I figured he was. Good for him. And I have to be nice or he can mess things up and he's being a dick."

Nobody. Really. Seriously.

"Ah." Reno quirked an eyebrow. "Nobody whose ass I gotta kick, then?"

Because it was entirely possible that he had that notion that maybe he should be kicking this guy's ass, and he had to make absolutely sure, here.

That idea seemed to perk Rikku right on up, for that matter.

"You could kick his ass," she said brightly. "I wouldn't stop you. Just don't say it's from me, 'cause I have to be nice. And besides if you said it was from me he'd ..."

Uh.

"Think it was about something else," she covered. Or, you know, completely failed to cover.

Reno was not in the least amused. Honest.

Except how he absolutely was, of course.

"What kinda somethin' else?"

He was smirking. This just seemed like the perfect time for a good old-fashioned smirk.

He could be included in the glare, too. Just a warning and all.

"He'd assume you were jealous," she said haughtily.

There. See how he liked that.

And now, Reno was quirking an eyebrow and leaning forward and giving Rikku the look.

"There any reason I should be jealous?"

This Gippal guy was going to die. It was official.

"No," Rikku said dryly. "Unless you really care that I got suckered into making out with him when I was really drunk and really, really down this one time."

This one time. When they saved the world, and people died. That'd be when.

She made a face. "The next day, I spent puking, and he bragged to all his friends about it, and it got back to my brother, which means Pops found out, and I wanted to kill him."

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"So it's okay if I kick his ass."

It wasn't a question. Reno was going to pummel this asswipe ten ways to Sunday.

"Good to know."

"I have to write him now, and he's all 'oooooh, Cid's girl, look who missed me, I knew you'd come crawling back.'" She shuddered. "What he told his friends wasn't even true. You don't want to know how pissed Pops was. And he was a total asshole to Jude and all 'oooh, you got a boyfriend, how cute, I know you'll be back' and what's with guys? Is this fun for him, just to be as huge a dick as possible? Is that it?"

Not that this was related to how Rikku assumed Reno was an asshole way back at the beginning when he was being arrogant and all that. Possibly. Much. At all.

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But Reno was an asshole. So he was possibly the best person to ask about this sort of thing, wasn't he?

Well. He was an asshole of a different color. Kissing and telling was one thing, kissing and lying was a totally different ball game.

"Guys like him gotta make up huge freakin' lies to look good to the boys," Reno mused, "because they suck too damn much to ever actually really score with a girl."

It made sense to Reno, anyhow.

"I dunno," she said, slumping back. "Pops thought I was a tramp, that's always fun to hear, and this was right after we ... l-lost everyone, so I got lectured and I was still trying not to puke and now he just acts like a jerk whenever I see him. He saunters right on up to me and messes my hair up and he gets all 'awwwwwww, Cid's girl, look how big you're getting.' What's with that. I used to think he liked me, but if he did he wouldn't be such a ... loser about it."

Rikku: using logic on matters of boys. Mistake number 1.

Reno raised an eyebrow at that.

Rikku logic was ... Rikku logic. But it was not boy logic.

"So kick him in the balls," Reno decided. "That'll fix your problem real quick."

...

Well, it would.

Rikku couldn't help it; she cracked up, snuggling back against him and letting the gigglefit spill out.

"Then you kick his ass?"

"That's right," Reno agreed, grinning broadly as a side-effect of the rather contagious gigglefit. "While he's still reelin' and tryin' to get the stars outta his vision, that's when I bust in and smash in his face while his hands are clutchin' to his nuts, yo."

They really, really did make the perfect team, didn't they?

They seriously, seriously did.

"Honestly," she said, looking over at him. "Did you ever ... uh. Do all guys brag like that? About the whole ..."

Reno gave his shoulder a shrug.

"I dunno. At least when I bragged about shit I did, it was always actually somethin' I did. Makin' up crap about a girl's just stupid."

Seriously, if you had to lie to make people think you were awesome? You really weren't awesome.

"Either way, that's kind of ..." She made another face. "Like the girl's just some trophy. 'Hey, guess what I got from her.' And the guys all assume you're Mr. Hot-shot, and they all assume she's a slut for the same thing. It's crap, and guys being cocky and stupid about it just makes it worse. Awesome, now you look great and all her friends are gonna snicker about her behind her back."

"For what it's worth, I didn't go around braggin' about you, yoto."

Another shrug.

"You ain't no trophy. I mean, I said a lotta shit about the plate girls back when, but that never came with names, or anything like that. Was just, 'hey, totally got me some plate ass the other night."

Yes, Reno. This clearly makes you into Mr. Sensitive.

"It's different when there's a face and a name to go with the bragging, yoto."

"It really meant nothing to you, did it?" she said, shaking her head. Still trying to wrap her head around it. "'Hey, felt good, I'd hit that again. I give it an eight.' Seriously?"

She was pulling away from the snuggling now. "I don't understand guys. I just ... don't."

Oh. Okay. That clearly hadn't been the right thing to say, there.

"You know," he ventured, "I think you maybe don't... get the difference between how shit worked in the slums and... stuff."

Stuff? Stuff.

"It was each person for themselves, and if you got somethin' that felt good one night, then, shit, that's better'n how you been livin' otherwise, yo. Hell, yeah, I would'a hit it again, and those girls did come down, lookin' to get it hit."

"So you might as well brag about it," she said coolly. "Let all your boys know you're The Man. It's not like it matters, right? It's just sex. Like taking me into the back room at work, or hooking up with Jenny which you still say you didn't, or any of the rest of it."

Reno sighed and shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose- ow, hands- and shook his head.

"There's a difference between casual fucking and sleeping with your girlfriend. One of 'em means something. And I'm gonna keep saying I didn't because I didn't, and I wasn't gonna brag about it even if you did come with me to the back room. Different place, rules are different, I respect you too damn much."

"No?" she said, raising an eyebrow at him. "'Hey Rude: got this cheerleader at work.' Why would you respect me any more than the rest of them? I mean, if I had, it would've been ..."

Couldn't bring herself to say 'casual fucking,' no.

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