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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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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?