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.

[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.