Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2008-09-07 03:20 pm
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Room 429, Sunday Afternoon
Okay. Sunday afternoons were officially boring. The days of the week had classes and radio and reports to write for his job, and mornings and evenings meant that the ferret was awake and totally willing to be harassed, but Sunday afternoons?
Reno would like to vote that boring, lazy Sunday afternoons be stricken from the record.
He was in his room, sitting by the window and playing with his lighter. Fire go on. Fire blow out. Ooh. Exciting.
The door was open slightly in case something interesting happened to wander through the hallway, at least.
[Open, like the door~]
Reno would like to vote that boring, lazy Sunday afternoons be stricken from the record.
He was in his room, sitting by the window and playing with his lighter. Fire go on. Fire blow out. Ooh. Exciting.
The door was open slightly in case something interesting happened to wander through the hallway, at least.
[Open, like the door~]
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"War tactics, some kinda lit course, and that chem class. Made soap on friday. Wasn't really expectin' that so much, but at least the teacher seems cool." There was a pause, and then a but of a softer smile. "Good to hear you're gettin' out and meetin' people, though. It'd be a cryin' shame if a nice kid like you wasn't out gettin' friends or whatever."
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Mako had started snoring. Snoring ferret. Reno was going to ignore it. Because if he didn't, then he'd totally be busted for being all 'awwww' at the pet-snuggle-pile.
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"I t-think so," she admitted. "T-Though my f-father would r-rather more."
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And, you know, of making people like Reno go 'awwww, kitty.'
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