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Reno really should have known better than to spend so much time with his co-host (the rum, not Jenny) after the radio broadcast last night. He'd felt like crap in the morning, and spent a good piece of the day continuing to feel as such. So he'd stood up Rikku, who he was supposed to spar with. And he'd avoided pretty much anyone else for the rest of the day because he was damn sure he'd be biting off someone's face if he didn't keep to himself.
Killing his roomie because of a rum-induced snit wasn't a good idea, he realized when evening rolled around. So he had found his way up to the roof before any interaction with Tamaki had occurred, too.
There was a sky out there, full of clouds though it might be, and he was perfectly content to sit on the roof and look up at it, letting the chill of the night air bite at his face. Reminded him that he was alive.
Good to be, after feeling like the bottom of someone's foot all day.
[[Shoved off in a wee corner of the roof so I'm not monopolizing it, as this post is for one person in particular. <3]]
Killing his roomie because of a rum-induced snit wasn't a good idea, he realized when evening rolled around. So he had found his way up to the roof before any interaction with Tamaki had occurred, too.
There was a sky out there, full of clouds though it might be, and he was perfectly content to sit on the roof and look up at it, letting the chill of the night air bite at his face. Reminded him that he was alive.
Good to be, after feeling like the bottom of someone's foot all day.
[[Shoved off in a wee corner of the roof so I'm not monopolizing it, as this post is for one person in particular. <3]]
