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]

"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."