Room 501, Monday morning-ish

[raspberryturk]

Reno did not want to wake up. Reno was wide awake, laying there in his bed, his face shoved as far into his pillow as he could manage without asphyxiating himself, but this did not yet mean that he had actually woken up.

Between stealing his own wallet, making large areas spontaneously combust in a psychopathic rage, and having casual conversation with a lion over the course of the weekend, he figured that it was well within his rights to not have to wake up just yet.

Also, his hair had been huge. And he'd drank all his own tequila. And waking up meant that he'd have to start on his overdue report to Tseng. And any such report, after this particular sort of weekend, was going to have to begin with, "No, really, boss. I'm not drunk, but..."

Reno hated this place all over again.

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[the_merriest]

Of course. Why wouldn't one of the wallets be his?

Rikku took a deep breath and knocked on the door to 501. Half-hoping he wouldn't be there at all and she could leave it with his roommate.

[raspberryturk]

... Door. Guh, door. And Tamaki wasn't gettin' it. And it was the door.

Reno reasoned his way out of bed by assuring himself that even his bedhead had to be better than the messed-up mane that he'd had on the weekend. And that he was, in fact, himself.

It was, therefore, a shirtless, rumpled up, cranky Reno who opened the door and offered a "Yo" that was completely his own, dammit.

... Oh. Rikku. Maybe he ought to crawl back into bed again anyhow. Dammit, lips, stop smiling.

"Came to take me up on that offer, or what?"

Yeah, Reno. Excellent start to this conversation already.

[the_merriest]

Rikku folded her arms, glaring. "You know, I can't be the first person to point this out to you? But wow, you're not half as funny as you think you are."

Oh, this was gonna go well.

[raspberryturk]

Reno folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe, his little smile turning into a slightly larger smirk.

This was one way to get rid of the frustration that the weekend had brought, anyhow.

"Not tryin' to be funny, zoto. Just makin' sure."

[the_merriest]

"You know, I heard on the radio about your class," she said, rolling her eyes. "Very funny. You totally got me. Hooray. How many other people did you pull that on?"

[raspberryturk]

"Oh, the class?" Reno shrugged his shoulders. "You heard about that, huh? Call it motivation. Been too busy dealing with big hair to ask anyone else, yo."

[the_merriest]

"Man, that's a shame. Could've had a few more laughs." Her eyes narrowed. "You know, some of us don't find this as funny as you do. Being mocked? And sooner or later you're gonna ask some girl and she's gonna be stupid or insane and say 'oh, sure, yes' and what are you gonna do then?"

[raspberryturk]

"Uh. Her."

Reno figured that this response was pretty much adequate, really.

"Really not laughin', here. Should I be?"

[the_merriest]

"You tell me!" Oh, the pent-up pint-sized rage, it was massive. "'Hey, let's go off some where and do Naughty Things. Except I'm just asking you 'cause it's an assignment. If you say no, I pout, and if you say yes, I get to tell all my guy friends that you totally wanted it, and then we all laugh.' I'm a little fuzzy on that part, by the way. What is it that is so damn funny about that? Is it a 'guy thing' and I 'just wouldn't understand'? I'd love to know."

[raspberryturk]

"Wouldn't have been askin' if I wasn't interested, anyhow." Reno shrugged his shoulders, shoving off of the doorframe and stuffing one hand into the pocket of his more sloppy than usual uniform pants. "And I don't know about other guys, but where I come from, you manage to get a girl, you don't laugh at her after the fact, yo."

There was etiquette involved in being a manwhore, dammit.

[the_merriest]

"Interested in what?!" Rikku fumed. "You can't do that. 'Hey, I've known you two weeks, let's ...'"

Furious gesturing was not flailing. Shhh.

"Even if you did mean it, that's worse. What do you think I am!? Some ... sort of ... tramp-thing!?"

It was really not helping that he was just lounging there, shirtless and rumpled and smirking at her and that made her want to ... punch him. A lot.

[raspberryturk]

Reno didn't exactly see what the issue was here. So he shrugged again.

"I offered, you said no, I said okay," he replied, "I'm failin' to see how it's really an issue beyond that, zoto." He cocked his head off to the side and smirked, here. "I mean, shit, it's not like anyone's obligated to say yes, here."

[the_merriest]

"You're a guy," Rikku said, eyes narrowed. "It's different. You can swan around like some deranged crackwhore and hey, nobody cares."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki didn't have class until third period, so he'd allowed himself to sleep in a little bit. In actuality, he was very exhausted - he'd slept very fitfully over the weekend for fear of a strangely drunk and bewigged roomie. Because, in his mind, that was totally Reno, he just was really, really wigged out. Or drunk. Or bitten by a gremlin, like John had suggested. Right?

Once he awoke, he carefully sat up and ventured to peer at Reno's bed. He nearly shouted in surprise to see that Reno was actually lying in it! The real Reno! Not the weird one!

He was so relieved and excited to see his roomie that he forgot himself. "RENO!!!" He whooped with happiness and launched himself out of his bed at Reno in an attempted 'omgI'msohappytoseeyouagainyay!' type of tackle hug.

Unfortunately for Tamaki, he hadn't considered the possible consequences of his actions. Normally he wouldn't dare try, but the weekend had been so weird! He was just really grateful that Reno looked like Reno again, and that, at a glance, Reno did not appear to be sick. Hopefully he was also not feeling murderous.

Of course, because Tamaki was, well, Tamaki... none of this was going through his mind as he flew across the room. Poor Tamaki.

[raspberryturk]

Reno. Was. Not. Going. To. KILL. Tamaki.

Really.

He. Was. Just. Going. To. GRIT. His. Teeth.

And. Not. Kill. His. Roomie.

"You can get offa me anytime now, yoto."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki squished him just one more time. "You're all better! My roomie is normal again!"

His eyes glistened with totally shoujoey tears of joy. Because he's totally from an anime series, so he's allowed!

[raspberryturk]

"Yeah. I'm about as thrilled as you are," Reno stated, narrowing his eyes. "Now, really. Get off."

It was difficult to pummel Tamaki into the floor when he was locked in a deathgrip.

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki finally released his roomie, standing up and striding happily over to the dresser to fetch his school uniform. Once he was able to wipe the happystupid grin off of his face, he turned a pensive gaze towards Reno.

"I'm glad... I was really worried."

[raspberryturk]

Oh, yeah. Over the weekend, he had forgotten that his roomie's brain was made of bubbles and chocobo fluff and sweet sticky pink things.

"Nothin' to worry about now, yo. Got no idea what happened over the weekend, but I'm me again, anyhow."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

He blinked, pausing in pulling a shirt out of the drawer.

"You don't remember anything?"

[raspberryturk]

That earned a snort.

"I remember all of it, yo. Just don't got any idea how it started in the first place."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki frowned. "So... you weren't bitten by a gremlin?"

[raspberryturk]

"Not that I'm aware of?"

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

"...And you weren't really drunk, or really sick?"

[raspberryturk]

"Nope." Reno paused, trying to get his head around the whole ordeal. "I was just someone else entirely, zoto."