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Room 429, Monday Evening
Apr. 7th, 2008 01:48 pmReno was going to sit on his bed and eye his cellphone. Dojima was right, really. If he couldn't understand the concept of giving people time, he should at least call Rude and tell him that he wasn't five anymore, and all reports for the time being would be typed up in a semi-sane manner.
And that would be why he was eying his phone.
He wasn't, however, reaching for it.
It was just fine where it was sitting. He could call Rude up any time, take the heat for getting him in crap with Tseng or whatever, and maybe he'd have things sorted out a little better by then. There were, after all, a lot of things to sort through.
Yeah. Yeah, he didn't have to pick up the phone after all. Save Rude the trouble. The big guy would appreciate it later.
[ooc: The door is open a crack, and the post is totally open for invasion from random persons. Oooooo.]
And that would be why he was eying his phone.
He wasn't, however, reaching for it.
It was just fine where it was sitting. He could call Rude up any time, take the heat for getting him in crap with Tseng or whatever, and maybe he'd have things sorted out a little better by then. There were, after all, a lot of things to sort through.
Yeah. Yeah, he didn't have to pick up the phone after all. Save Rude the trouble. The big guy would appreciate it later.
[ooc: The door is open a crack, and the post is totally open for invasion from random persons. Oooooo.]
