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raspberryturk) wrote2008-10-12 03:06 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2008-10-12 03:06 pm
Room 429, Sunday Evening
Still in his brother's room, still attempting to make heads-or-tails of the purple prose mess that was his twin brother's diary, Rone was starting to suspect that Reno was not just a romantic, he was a stupid one.
It was really just a hunch, anyhow.
Something about the way he'd gone on about the love of his life, dumbapple of his eye, his little cusadrehk (what the hell was a cusadrehk?), had just given Rone the notion, really.
"Oh, come on," Rone grumbled, flipping past another page of poetry that Reno had written but never had the heart to give to his lady love, "just get to the part about where the money's at."
This was going to be a while, wasn't it?
[Open! Some more. Still open! Open-ish! With someone in mind~]
It was really just a hunch, anyhow.
Something about the way he'd gone on about the love of his life, dumbapple of his eye, his little cusadrehk (what the hell was a cusadrehk?), had just given Rone the notion, really.
"Oh, come on," Rone grumbled, flipping past another page of poetry that Reno had written but never had the heart to give to his lady love, "just get to the part about where the money's at."
This was going to be a while, wasn't it?
[Open! Some more. Still open! Open-ish! With someone in mind~]
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"Yeah," the other had to agree. "Real good point."
And then, where there were two boys in boxers, there were now two boys in dress shirts and socks, one still wearing a suit jacket, the other in about three-quarters of a suit jacket.
Yes, they were still glowering at one another.
"We naked enough, yet?" The boy in the half a suit jacket, the one with the very nice, very pasty, very bare behind asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm pretty sure we are, zoto," the other one replied. The one whose behind was just as naked, not not quite as bare. He was the one who was smirking. Just a little.
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... what? This could be important. Had to be absolutely sure. Maybe take a couple of loops.
And then she stopped, reaching up to kiss the cheek of one of them. Reno. Her Reno.
"Nice tattoo, sexy," she said. "Can I help kick his ass?"
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"It was a vacation," Reno shared, offering Rikku a bit of a lovestruck smile. He was indeed her Reno. That didn't mean he was any less strange as a result of the weekend's weirdness. "There was a copious amount of drinking involved."
Rone? Was now making his way toward the door, attempting to pull his pants up as he went. The gun! He had to find the gun! It was... in one of those pockets of his... Somewhere!
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Rikku marched over to the Not-Reno and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Leaving so soon?" she cooed, before shoving him forward into the wall. "But we were just getting acquainted."
That was punctuated by her pulling his head back and slamming it into the wall.
Jerk.
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Also, his brother was in the room. Awkward, yes.
Rone, on the other hand, was now staggering around, holding the front of his head, in a daze.
"I didn't mean anything personal by it," he attempted, patting his pockets down. Gun? Gun? Anywhere? No? Blast! "I was merely making my greatest attempt at inheriting the family fortune that I was denied upon our father's passing!"
"You weren't even born yet when our father left this world," Reno said with a sad shake of his head, remembering fondly the stories of the brave Wutai war hero double-agent SOLDIER who had passed on his Mako-blue eyes to his sons and his fortune to his beloved mistress who resided over the Midgar plates before going down in a blaze of glory not far from Fort Tamblin. It had been a sad, sad day in Reno's life, three months before he was born. "I miss him, so."
Rone managed, despite the concussion, to roll his eyes irritably.
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"Are you sure you're Reno?" she said suspiciously. "Because you're seriously not acting like you at all. I mean, he's acting more like you than you are. You said 'copious', yoto. And you kinda didn't ... know your dad?"
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... Aside from, of course, his own evil twin.
"Tell you what," Rone suggested, leaning heavily on Reno's dresser while he finally managed to get his pants zipped, "you let me go, and we'll forget this whole thing happened. No harm, no foul."
"He shot me," Reno stressed again. Just in case the audience at home had missed this point a good two or three dozen times before. "Well. At me. He tied me up. And he's wearing marker on his face."
He was. Sharpie. He certainly passed for Reno at a glance. Handsome devil.
"His nose is all wrong," Reno sniffed.
It wasn't.
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... that sounded like a real possibility, so she was going to throw it open just to check.
"Okay, look. I came in here to talk. And he was all flirty and we kinda ... kissed. Some." And took her shirt off, but who was counting? "Then you burst in all 'unhand her, you oaf!' as if you talk like that. And you don't. But you have the tattoo and that's kinda not the thing you can just absorb, so you have to be you, but you're not acting like you, and I'm expositioning again. Maybe the triplet's out in the hall?"
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"I thought he was volunteering in that church in Sector Five, giving flowers to old ladies as they wander down the streets," Reno added.
"No, no, that's our long-lost sister, Aerith."
"Oh. Right."
It was entirely possible that they weren't even aware how odd this conversation had gone.
"For what it's worth," Rone tossed in, not helpfully in the least, "you're a real good kisser, babe."
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"I'm calling the police," Reno announced, with the sudden sort of fervor found in those who had just been handed the option to have threeway sex which included evil twins. "We'll see how good the threeways are... in prison!"
The atmosphere was thick with so much tension, everything had to go eerily quiet in the room for what had to be a good thirty seconds.
Or perhaps it was three minutes. Was that a commercial break?
No matter.
"We'll see how good the threeways are... in prison," Reno repeated, in the exact same tone of voice he'd used a few minutes before. Just in case the lengthy pause had made people forget what he'd said.
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All this hissyfit needed, to be complete, was for her to stomp her foot and march to the door and leave. So she was doing that.
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Had that been in the script?That wasn't how people usually reacted to such dramatic moments, was it?
"I'm gonna go out on a limb," Rone said, leveling his gaze on Reno, "and I'm gonna say that you blew it, brother dearest."
That was about the point that Reno had decided that he'd had quite enough, and he shoved his twin brother clear through the window, where he plummeted to his untimely demise...
Or did he?