raspberryturk | Room 429, Friday Morning

Once again, Reno woke up.

Yesterday had possibly been the best day of his life.

Reno had a scale for things like this. It had little numbers that he'd tack on to awesome moments. Knowing that his home world wasn't going to be crushed under a giant rock, for example, had earned a nine out of ten. Winning a battle with a monster on the field had usually scored about a five or a six.

But yesterday, he had been a hot lesbian. And he had done the sorts of things that hot lesbians did. And that had earned a score of over nine-thousand.

This morning, he was going to just wake up, and snuggle closer to Rikku, and grin. He was laying down on his hair, which made the rolling over awkward, sure, and for a moment he was uncertain as to if he'd changed back or not.

A quick excursion with his hand assured him that he was, in fact, male again, and the Fandom Weirdness had just decided to be kind and leave him a souvenir of his time spent as a girl. (Aside from the photos. And the videos. And the sweet, sweet memories.)

Yes. That was a squee as Reno hugged his own ponytail. Shut up. He'd missed it.

[For the girl, who was totally modded with permission woo!]

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Rikku was snuggling in. 'Cause. Not enough sleep. And way too much -- okay, not way too much anything. Just plenty. And lots. Those were good words.

"S'early," she managed. "You smell good."

He always did. He was Reno-scented.

"Yep," he agreed, and he was possibly entirely too chipper for this early in the morning. "S'early. An' we both smell like girl-sex, which I just decided is the best damn smell ever, and good moooorning."

He was wiggling. It was not a seductive wiggle. It was an 'omfg my ponytail and a snuggly Rikku and yaaaaaaaaay best week ever' wiggle.

Close enough.

He was such a dork. And she had to giggle crazily into her pillow and headbutt him and shake her head.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Residual giggling. "That was so weird."

"So weird," he agreed, and he allowed himself a moment to reflect on it-- all of it-- and to grin like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Good, though."

And then he lifted his ponytail in one hand and he tickled her nose with it.

Because he could.

"Heyyyyyy," she giggled, flailing out against the evil ponytail attacker. "Meanie. Have to ... go t'work. Don' wannnnnna."

She was entitled to be tired.

"Work sucks," Reno decided, and it was a very executive sort of decision. Big and important and he was gonna tickle her some more, because dammit, she was cute when she was being all... floppy and protesty and squirmy and stuff. "There ought'a be a law, zoto."

Squirmy and wriggly and giggling and shoving.

"NEW LAW," she said, big and important-like. "I don't gotta go to work today. S'federal law. S'important. An' you have to snuggle me and we go back to sleep."

"I'm all for goin' back to sleep. Call in sick. Too much sex with your boyfriend yesterday. Can't make it in, zoto. Gotta stay behind and nurse yourself back to peak condition. Maybe with some kissin'. Kissin's good medicine."

... Well, it was.

For a change of pace, a very silly Reno decided he was going to stick the end of his ponytail into her ear, next.

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"No more kissing," Rikku laughed. "Kissing is closed for business. VROOP! No more! Fresh out of kisses, come back tomorrow! HEY!"

Batting it away and y'know, now was a good time to start up her own tickle war. That'd show him!

Tickle wars were serious business. Which was why, momentarily, his ponytail was forgotten entirely and he was going to re-double his efforts to tickle her into consciousness.

It was possibly sitting around a seven, on that one-to-ten scale of his.

"You gotta have some kisses hidin' somewhere," he decided, around squirms and chuckles and every sort of funny face that people were likely to make when they were being relentlessly tickled by a sleepyhead. "Check the back room or somethin'!"

Back rooms, Reno was pretty certain, were awesome for kisses.

"You don't want those kisses," she grinned, tackling him. "They're all weird and moldy and we were gonna send them back to the manufacturer. They're defective kisses."

"Defective?" Reno pouted a little, at that, as he was so very tackled. "Don't you know that the defective ones are the most important? If you don't play around with the defective ones, they feel all left out and saaaad and looooonely. And you don't want your kisses gettin' all lonely, zoto."

And, yet again, he reached up and attempted to tickle. Which was something of a challenge from the flat of his back, but Reno was a survivor.

"Lonely kisses are pretty dangerous," she said, mock-sadly, even as she squirmed and tried to pin his arms. "Okay, you can have a defective one."

Which meant she should swoop down and passionately kiss his eyelid.

Told him they were defective.

..... A kiss on the eyelid was better than no kisses at all?

Reno got a bit of a devilish look on his face, there, and grinned up at her.

"You figure that's defective?"

And then his next move was to totally attempt a roll-over so he could pin her to the bed.

Rikku laughed and tugged him along. "That's only one of our as-is malformed kisses," she said. "Some of the other ones in the back are worse. Like this."

Rikku was very curious if you could blow a raspberry on someone else's mouth.

Oh. Oh, it was on.

Because if she was going to try to raspberry him, he was going to counter with a raspberry of his own, and just turn it into attack of the tongue.

Tongues were fun!

Oh. It was on, was it? Well then.

You know what might be fun? Taking a deep breath, sealing her lips on his, and seeing how much of it she could blow into his mouth.

Reno made a face right about then. It was the puffy-cheeked face of a guy with a mouthful of air, who really wasn't expecting a mouthful of air, and the best way he could think of getting rid of that mouthful or air was to try to blow it right back into Rikku's mouth. Which he didn't, regardless, because that would have been way too freaking weird.

... So, instead, he pulled away a little, smirked at her, and proceeded to stick the end of his ponytail up her nose.

He'd missed it. He was allowed.

"Behave, or I'll wait until you fall asleep and cut it off," Rikku said.

She wouldn't. She'd missed it, too, and he was so darn happy to have it back, and he knew she wouldn't, right? 'Cause that'd be evil and she might be evil but in a good way.

And now, Reno was laughing.

"And make me wait until the next time the island takes pity on me an' gives me tits and the hottest sex marathon ever to get it back again? I dunno. Seems to me like it could be a long wait," Reno mused. And then licked the end of her nose as he re-claimed his hair.

That seemed like it would be decent payback for that... blowing in his mouth thing. Yes indeed.

"My nose is wet," she announced, pouting. "Grooooooss. And I have work today and all my kisses are defective and I think I'm all sexed out."

"Good timing," Reno decided. And then, because he could, he settled in for another snuggly sort of hug. "And class today, too. Puh, Fridays."

....

And then a bit of a giddy wiggle again, for good measure. It was a Good Damn Week.

Room 429, Friday Morning

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