Room 429, Tuesday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Reno was of legal voting age, sure, but was not American. Heck, he wasn't even from this planet. And anyhow, it wasn't like he'd know what to do with a ballot if it hit him in the face. Mayoral elections in Midgar had been a joke, because all the strings had been pulled by the guy on top anyhow. So he'd largely ignored politics back home in favor of doing his job and beating things up. That had always been more interesting anyhow.

That was why, instead of being too concerned about the election going on outside today, Reno was making himself comfortable in his room, pitting his ferret against both the wee elephant that had wandered in, and the donkey.

Kind of like a cockfight, but with more honking.

The ferret seemed to be winning.

[The door's open, and I'll be around all day.]

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[withoutverona]

"We do sell jackets at PIxie Dust," Romeo fretted, before letting it go. "A pride of squirrels. I like that. It's got poetry."

[raspberryturk]

"Shirts, I can get at the pixie's store. Pants, sure thing. Shoes, why the hell not? But there's somethin' about a Turks jacket, man. You just can't order that in, yo." Reno might have puffed his chest a little and straightened his jacket. For all the gesture was worth, given how prone he was to wearing it sloppily in the first place.

"See, I knew I could throw together somethin' kinda poetic if the muse came down upon me, or whatever it is people say. I'm kinda sorry that the first time I ever bother to break it out, it's gotta be about the rodents, though."

That called for a long swig from the bottle. Just 'cause.

[withoutverona]

"If the muse went down on me I'd want it to be about something more than rodents," Romeo said, tossing a paperclip at the donkey to encourage the fight, double entendre very intended. "But you're poetic mor eoften than you think you are."

[raspberryturk]

"You think so?" Reno glanced at Romeo, and then shrugged and prodded at Mako, to draw the ferret's attention away from the other animals. "I bet you got a wealth of examples, too," he laughed. "Like that thing I said about the toasters at Caritas the other week, right?"

Reno had a very difficult time accepting that he was capable of putting together words that were in any way pleasing to the sensibilities.

[withoutverona]

Romeo didn't exactly remember the thing about toasters at first, but he nodded obligingly until it came to his head. "The toasters, aye, and even your yos and zotos," he said. "It's pleasing, Reno."

[OOC: Dear LJ, post my comment this time.]

[raspberryturk]

If Romeo didn't remember Reno likening Rude's rear end to the heat coils inside of a toaster, all the better, perhaps.

"You figure? They're just little... nonsense whatevers, anyhow, yoto. Kinda like filler. Rolls off the tongue though, don't it?" He was going to take a moment to feel somewhat pleased with himself, now. Just because he could. "Wouldn't really call it poetic, though."

[withoutverona]

Romeo's had rather a lot to drink that night.

"It's poetry just as jazz is music," he decided. 'If I said it, it would sound wrong." A beat. "...zoto."

[raspberryturk]

Reno had himself a pretty good laugh at that, and then took another long pull from his rum.

"Man, stick with just talkin' big like you always do, yo. Zoto's a weird word when it's fallin' off your tongue, I think."

He lifted his bottle in a bit of a toast as the elephant took one hell of a kick to the face.

"There ain't much of a need for you to toss in the nonsense words if you're talkin' poetic all the time anyhow, zoto."

[withoutverona]

"Not half so much as I used to," Romeo pointed out, looking for something to pour a little rum into. The animals looked thirsty. "It was odd, talking to Benvolio and being reminded of that."

[raspberryturk]

"See, hangin' around this place makes us all talk normal," Reno mused, getting up to rifle through his stuff for something to drink out of. Paper cups were a godsend, weren't they? "I think half the big words Miss Bennet uses in class are startin' to make sense, even."

[withoutverona]

"We'll all become average," Romeo said in mock despair. "And I'm not sure I always understand Miss Bennet, though I enjoy most of what she has us read."

[raspberryturk]

"Heh. I understand a lot of what she says, but it's the readin' that throws me off. I think I kinda suck at readin' poems," Reno mused. "But Tseng talks big too, so I'm used to hearin' words that I couldn't hope to spell if my life depended on 'em."