Room 429, Sunday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

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~]

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[raspberryturk]

"Nothin' to be mad about," Reno replied with a somewhat more sedate shake of his head. "You made the same fuck-up I did, Doji. At least you're on the right side, right?"

A shrug.

"I can't hold nothin' against you. I got too damn much on my own head to hang anything over yours, zoto."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"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."

[raspberryturk]

"Yeah, well," Reno mused, taking one last swig of rum before sealing up the bottle again and stashing it back in his drawer, "that just means I'm gonna have to aim better, yo."