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Reno of the Turks ([personal profile] raspberryturk) wrote2008-09-07 03:20 pm

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~]

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Fandom had made him a doll action figure and a red chicken. It had turned her into a bunny. If they wanted to press charges, they would have been well-within their rights.

"I don't like thinking about my feelings," she whined, flopping back onto the other bed as the tequila started to work its magic. "They're all fluffy and sticky and don't stay where they're supposed to."

"I think the island is trying to make us into better people or something, and I was perfectly happy being bitter and amoral little me, thank you very much."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I never, ever, want to get along with mine," Yurika declared, shutting her eyes tightly. "Father Juliano is just frightening."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I think he knows," Yurika admitted slowly. "Father Juliano, I mean. He knows I've been leaving things out, like Romeo, and he did this to call me out and see what I'd do."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Get it all out now, before they find every last dark little corner and shove it in your face for not coming clean with that, too," Yurika replied, trying for flippant. It wasn't working too well. "See? I do pay attention."

"Yeah, well, that's what friends are for, right? Book throwing?"

"Still. Thanks." She sat up slowly, one hand still clutching the tequila. "Can I take this home with me? I promise to be a good girl and not get too shitfaced." Lying, but hey. Like Reno was one to talk.

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't. Jen will make sad-faces at me if I try that in the room." Which meant she'd drink it on the roof, or save some for the next day. "Don't think I'll be anywhere else, really, not until I have to go to Ethics on Tuesday."

She paused for a moment before quirking a half-grin at him. "Uh, make sure I get my ass out of bed for class Tuesday morning? Pretty please? As enjoyable as skipping Skywalker's class might be, I don't want to give Romeo another excuse to doubt me."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yurika mock-saluted him. "Diiiiiiiiiiiirty," she intoned, weaving slightly. "I'd say I was looking forward to it, but, well, I'm sure you're going to do something mean and evil, like wave coffee at me and refuse to hand it over."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Robin-sensei said both coffee and aspirin are bad for your hangover, but I don't caaaaaaaaaare. Coffee is too beautiful."

"You're a lotta things," Yurika agreed easily, walking over to muss his hair. "But just because your armor is a bit rumbled doesn't make you any less of a knight, Reno."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Shush. She was mildly tipsy from her five (six? something?) long shots from his tequila stash, and desperately needing human contact. She'd probably deny being so affectionate once she was slightly more sober.

She grinned down at him unrepentantly. "If I was trying to flatter you, Red, you wouldn't realize it until it was too late. I'm damn good at my job." It was said with a perverse sort of pride, because dammit, she was. Father Juliano never would have recruited her if she wasn't.

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then we get into the debate about how good we are, and that could take awhile," she purred impishly. "Besides, I think I'm in enough trouble right now. I'm not even sure if I have a boyfriend at the moment, so getting caught playing innuendo games with you by radio squirrels might be bad for my reputation."

"And I really don't want Rikku to kill me."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I always wanted a smart-ass older brother," she joked. "That must be why I keep you around."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't wonder." Yurika smiled again, but this time it was small and sad rather than her usual flirty smirk. "Not mad?"

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"No one ever being mad had to make any sense, Red," she pointed out, taking another sip from her bottle. "You coulda gotten pissed on Romeo's behalf, or for any number of reasons."

"Still," this time the smile was a little less lost and a bit more 'Doji' again. "Thanks, Reno."

"Although this doesn't mean I'm gonna hold still if you do decide to chuck a book at me," she called as she meandered to the door, tequila and duct tape held securely. "I'm not that type of girl."