2008-03-14

raspberryturk: (Faceplanted owie)
2008-03-14 11:57 am

Room 429, Friday Morning

Sleep. Sleep was good. There wasn't enough sleep in the world, and Reno and Rikku had been up late-ish last night, and now he appeared to be in the bed alone. Hrm.

Reno patted the mattress beside him. Yep. No Rikku.

Hrm.

He cracked open one eye and looked around the room. Oh, there she was.

"Uh. What'cha doin, zoto?"

[For Rikku, who was moddilymodded with permission, yo.]
raspberryturk: (And?)
2008-03-14 10:09 pm

Room 429, Friday Evening

Reno was looking at the dirty postcard that he had received from Romeo with about as much admiration as agitation.

On one hand, Romeo had pretty sweet taste in women.

On the other hand, the hundred-and-something year old postcard was... a hundred and something years old. Which was going to be problematic, so far as writing Romeo back to thank him for the vintage porn was concerned.

"Say tray jolly yes," Reno decided, butchering the French language as he stood the postcard on his dresser and stepped back to appreciate it. "And so help me, dammit, I'm gonna tell you that to your face, yoto."

[Door's shut, but the post is open like openly open things. Calling all girlfriends, yo.]