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Room 429, Thursday, After Ethics
Mar. 6th, 2008 11:43 amRight. So. Reno's brain was not allowing him to function in a straight line today. Too much going on up there regarding a certain girl and a certain argument and then a certain sort of resolution and what the hell, did this mean he had a girlfriend? It did. Didn't it? It probably did.
... He had totally no freaking clue what he was doing, here.
Which meant it was time to bust out the laptop and fire off an e-mail to Rude. Because Rude would just know. He was an ass, but he wasn't... usually stupid. Or whatever. Right?
( And so, Reno typed! )
... One of these days, Reno was going to read what he had written before hitting send.
In the meantime, he could always hope Rude would assume he was drunk.
[Door's closed, post is open for slowplay because woo, evening jobs are awesome. I just had to poke at the crack-of-the-day while I still had a chance. Hooray, Babel Fish translations to Italian and back!]
... He had totally no freaking clue what he was doing, here.
Which meant it was time to bust out the laptop and fire off an e-mail to Rude. Because Rude would just know. He was an ass, but he wasn't... usually stupid. Or whatever. Right?
( And so, Reno typed! )
... One of these days, Reno was going to read what he had written before hitting send.
In the meantime, he could always hope Rude would assume he was drunk.
[Door's closed, post is open for slowplay because woo, evening jobs are awesome. I just had to poke at the crack-of-the-day while I still had a chance. Hooray, Babel Fish translations to Italian and back!]
