Room 429, Saturday Evening

[raspberryturk]

It had been a long day, and Reno had gotten permission to beat people up for candy, which meant that Deadpool was the coolest adult ever. But, as really cool days tended to go, there was always a time when wee Renos had to retire to their bedrooms again, in order to pull on their pyjamas and get ready for be-

"WEASEL! WEASEL WEASEL WEASEL!!!"

Maybe not get ready for bed so much. There was a time when wee Renos had to harass the poor ferret, instead.

Honk!

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"Now how are we supposed to get jam sandwiches?" Edmund pouted, but the pout was quickly replaced by an idea. "I know! Mummy makes jam sandwiches and she's not here, but maybe we can find another girl to make some!"

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"Ooooh! That's a good idea!"

Because girls were natural jam sandwich makers!

"Just so long as we don't find a girl with cooties. Because cootie girls are groooooss."

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Edmund looked terribly worried all of a sudden. "What are cooties?"

[raspberryturk]

"They're like little squiggly green things that get in between your toes and make your spit turn green, and you catch 'em from girls!"

Reno knew everything. Really.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Ed's face went white. "All girls?"

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"Most of them!" A beat. "Except adult ones who make jam sammiches," he amended.

Nothing could possibly be cootieful about jam sammiches.

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"B-but I've been around girls. Does that mean I have cooties? I don't want to die of cooties!"

[raspberryturk]

Reno frowned at that.

"It's too late," he said solemnly. "You only have one hope."

He'd be a minute, thinking up what kind of cure there could possibly be for cooties. Cooties were pretty nefarious, after all.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Ed started tearing up, but he managed not to cry yet. He just looked miserable. He was going to die because of his stupid sisters. "What hope?"

[raspberryturk]

"The only way to save yourself from cooties," Reno said, and then he lit up in a bright smile and held up the wiggling ferret, "is to kiss a weasel on the nose!"

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Sniffling a little bit because his nose had started to run, Ed looked hopeful instead of miserable. "That's it?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno gave a nod. It was a very exuberant nod.

"Yep! That's all you gotta do!"

He didn't want his roomie to die just because of some stupid girls. That would be gross.

Honk!

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund took an unsteady breath, then braced himself and leaned forward to kiss the weasel on the nose. He didn't even consider that he might get bitten.

[raspberryturk]

It was sad, really, that ferrets were quite the little biters.

Reno jerked Mako away just as the ferret made a snap at Edmund's nose.

"No! Bad weasel!"

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"Ahhh!" Edmund yelped. "The weasel tried to bite me! And I didn't even get to kiss it! Now I'm going to die!"

[raspberryturk]

Well. The weasel was clearly a killer. This meant that poor Edmund was going to die.

Reno made a sad face, and then went to put the ferret back into the cage. Woefully.

"I'm sorry, Edmund. There's nothin' I can do for you now."

Mako, on the other hand, was less woeful. He was going to run for the cover of his little ferret hammock and not come out again until the crazy people went away.

Ever.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

The tears came shortly after that and Edmund climbed up onto his bed to sob into his pillow. "Don't want to die," he could be heard, muffled by the pillow, followed by some pretty serious wailing.

[raspberryturk]

Wow, that was some pretty serious wailing!

Reno frowned as he closed the cage back up, and then, after a few more moments of listening to the wailing, he put his hand up into the air.

"There is another way!" That he'd just made up.

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After a moment, Ed's face appeared tear-streaked and blotchy from its pillow hideout. "What is it?"

[raspberryturk]

"The secret medicine!!"

This required a victory pose. And for Reno to hum a little fanfare to go with it.

"Hang on a minute!"

And then he was off and out the door like a rocket. He had to invent the secret medicine, first. He wouldn't be long.

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Edmund waited patiently, wiping his face because he didn't want anyone else to see him cry. After a while, he went from being sad to being cranky. "HONK!" he yelled at Mako. "HONK HONK HONK!"

[raspberryturk]

You tell him, Ed!

Mako replied with a few choice honks right back.

And then Reno returned, with a bowl filled up with just about anything he could find in the common room cupboards, making a short detour for his sock drawer and pulling out a potion to add to the mix.

"The secret medicine," he said proudly, when his task was complete. It looked and smelled something like old gym socks, and probably tasted a little more like marshmallows dipped in cough medicine.

But on the plus side, with that potion tossed in there, it was really more than a match for a few wimpy little cooties.

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Edmund gulped at the sight of it and scrunched up his nose. "Are you sure this will cure my cooties?"

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"Positive!"

For Reno, usually being 'positive' was considered a bad thing. At least when he was wee and tiny, he could say he was with pride!

He held the bowl out toward Edmund. "You don't gotta drink it all, just enough so you feel better!"

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"If it's the only way," Edmund said solemnly, accepting the bowl. He tried very hard not to slosh the putrid liquid over the sides and raised it to his mouth, but paused before he drank. "If I don't make it, you can have my pillow." Then he gulped down a mouthful of the gunk.

He promptly spat it out everywhere.

"I'll try again!" he insisted and took a little sip this time, grimacing wildly as he did. "Was that enough?"