Room 308, Thursday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Okay. So, the plan tonight was supposed to be pajamas and movies, or whatever. But Reno didn't have pajamas. So he was going to settle for one of his rude t-shirts. But he had no idea where they went. Probably the same place as his jacket, two pairs of his pants, all of his white dress-shirts, and every single sock that didn't have holes in it.

So Reno was knocking at Rikku's door tonight in one of his blue dress-shirts. The one with the pinstripes that he'd bought from Romeo at Pixie Dust back when there had actually been a Pixie. Socks, he didn't need. Socks were stupid, anyhow.

He came bearing potato chips! Knock knock!

[For the girl who lives here!]

Comments

[raspberryturk]

"You kiddin'? I'd be able to pick out the criminal underbelly of Gaia blindfolded."

This was mostly because Reno had either worked alongside most of them, or had to shake them down for money at one point or another.

"Leave that part to me, zoto."

[the_merriest]

"We could make a game of it," Rikku bounced. "I mean. You're getting better at the whole pickpocketing thing. We could set handicaps, make bets, all of it. 'I can get that guy, over there, the one with the bodyguards ... even without bumping into him. And if I do, you owe me a drink.'"