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Room 501, Saturday Morning

Well, this was a room that Axel certainly wasn't familiar with. In fact, the whole place was really something new.

For a guy who could travel with a nod of his head and a swirl of darkness, that was really saying a lot.

Naturally, the first thing he did was dig through the nightstand nearest to him. Why not? Right. Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, some sort of business suit, cellphone, wallet- he pocketed those last two. Again, why not? And then he looked around the room some more.

When he finally had it memorized, he casually stretched his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed that he had woken up in. Not bad. Not bad.

[[Yo! Establishy, unless the roomie wants to WTF!]]

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Tamaki, having slept like a stone all night, awoke feeling completely rested and ready to enjoy his Saturday. Pulling himself into a sitting position, he stretched out his arms and then abruptly froze as he noticed the other form across the room from him.

Not daring to turn his head to the side, he warily eyed the newcomer. This person, while having bright red hair like Reno, was definitely not Reno. Not only that, but this guy was rifling through Reno's stuff! He certainly didn't think his roommate would be happy about that.

Suddenly indignant, he rose and strode the short distance towards Axel. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Oh, hey. Annoying blond kid.

Axel smiled and gave a wave of his hand.

"Yo!"

It wasn't as though he was terribly concerned or anything. Why should he be? He leaned backward on the bed, his arms propping himself up, and gave a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Woke up here, you know? Figured I'd have a look around."

This was all said so conversationally, that he might as well have been discussing the weather.

His face froze in an expression of complete confusion. This guy had red hair like Reno and said 'Yo' like Reno, but there was no way they could be the same person! Where on earth had Reno gone? Who was this guy?!

"...Huh?" he squeaked, the only sound he could manage at the moment.

Axel gave a sigh and an eyeroll before sitting up again and leaning forward, repeating himself nice and slowly for the kid. This wasn't difficult, was it?

"I said, I woke up here and thought I'd look around. Got it memorized?"

Tamaki was even more frightened. The guy in front of him was even snarky like Reno, right down to the deliberately placed, condescending inflections in his sentences. This was terrifying beyond all belief.

Shaking like a leaf, he took it upon himself to thrust forward a quivering finger, attempting to prod this person to see if he was real or just a manifestation of Tamaki's nightmares.

Axel did not like being prodded. Axel had gotten enough being prodded and patted and poked at while he was humoring Larxene nearly a year ago. Axel was very glad that she was dead.

But Axel didn't have to humor anyone at the moment, so far as he could tell.

So Axel made a face. And he poked the kid back.

"Ow!" Shocked back into reality by the fact that his nightmare had prodded him back and it had actually sort of hurt, Tamaki frowned at the stranger. "Who are you?!" he demanded, striking out with his extended finger again. "Where's my roommate?!"

It was true that he and Reno didn't really see eye to eye on things, but he actually sort of respected Reno after their conversation about his Criminal Justice class. He knew the guy must have some sort of good in him, and, therefore, he knew he had to make sure Reno was all right. Roomies had to look out for each other - at least, that was what Tamaki had decided.

"The name's Axel," he raised a finger and tapped the side of his head with a grin. "Got it memorized?"

It was a very effective phrase. He liked using it, okay?

He also still seemed entirely unimpressed at the kid. Wasn't much he could do, anyhow.

Tamaki stood there and shook, sort of like a muppet who was ready to explode into an angry spazfit rant.

"WHERE'S MY ROOMMATE?! Have you got that memorized?!" As he shouted at Axel, he practically jammed his finger into his temple several times in a highly exaggerated mimick of what Axel had been doing. One who looked closely may notice that his teeth almost seemed fanglike as he gritted them in irritation. Unable to find any further words, he stood before Axel and fumed, his deep breaths quite audible as they hissed through his bared teeth.

Axel continued to be unimpressed. He gave a shrug of his shoulders, nodding his head off to the side with that casual smirk of his. His hair, in turn, bobbled behind his head but refused to be swayed by the siren-call of gravity.

"Never saw your roomie," he said simply. "Like I said, I just woke up here. Uh. Where is here? I don't usually portal around in my sleep."

Still fuming like it was going out of style, Tamaki took a few moments to compose himself and took some deep breaths. How could someone just 'wake up here' like that? Reno had gone to sleep in his bed last night, as far as Tamaki knew. He hadn't heard anything in the middle of the night, so... What the... OF COURSE. It hit him like a ton of bricks. There was no way that this guy couldn't be Reno. In fact, now he was certain he knew the reason why this was happening.

Pointing dramatically at who he now was certain was his roomie, ~~because Tamaki is oh so random and fickle~~ he declared, "You're drunk!"

Just because a snarky, cynical redhead with red marks on his face and an affinity for blowing shit up who was a member of a large organization bent on power, clothed in a black uniform, ~~created by Square-Enix and voiced by Keiji Fujiwara or Quinton Flynn depending on which language you watch~~ had gone to bed here the night before...

Really didn't mean that the snarky, cynical redhead with red marks on his face and an affinity for blowing shit up who is a member of a large organization bent on power, clothed in a black uniform, ~~created by Square-Enix and voiced by Keiji Fujiwara or Quinton Flynn depending on which language you watch~~ who had woken up in his place was the same guy, did it?

Not that Axel knew any better, either way.

"Apparently," he said, raising an eyebrow, "I'm not nearly drunk enough. There was some booze in that cabinet, there..."

Axel-who-was-not-Reno-really leaned over and started shuffling through the nightstand again.

Tamaki didn't agree with Axel on that front. In his understanding, the guy he believed to be his roommate must have gotten completely plastered in order to get into a weird costume like that, not to mention putting on a wig and not remembering where in the world he was. That, he marvelled, was drunk.

He decided to speak slowly, his eyes widened, nodding to emphasize his words, hoping that the Reno hiding in there would hear it and understand. "We're in the Fandom High School dorms, on the fifth floor. Our room number is 501. It is Saturday. You are my roommate. You are very, very drunk. Reno, I think you have a problem..."

"You've already forgotten my name," Axel said, raising an eyebrow. "That's disappointing. And no, really, last I checked I wasn't a high school student, or a roomie to... Whoever you are."

Oooh, tequila. Whoever this Reno guy was, he had a nice little stash.

Judging by the nut that he apparently lived with, Axel could totally see why.

Tamaki frowned. "You're really not well today... I think you should stay here. I'm going to go get some help!"

He spun on his heel and ran for the door, not really realizing nor caring that he was still in his pajamas (http://www.wintersilks.com/productimages/WS/3600s06b.jpg).

"Uh... whatever?" Axel shrugged his shoulders and pulled out the tequila. If being mistaken for whoever that Reno guy was meant that he was allowed to raid the liquor, then why should he argue? If the crazy kid actually managed to find help, then he'd deal with that when he got back.

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