raspberryturk | Room 429, Saturday Evening

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Room 429, Saturday Evening

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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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!"

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

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.

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.

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.

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

"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.

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!"

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.

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

"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!"

"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?"

Reno had to take a moment to think that over.

"Yep! That was plenty!"

Really, getting close to it was probably plenty.

Reno gave Edmund a wild little grin, and then took the bowl back and ran to the window with it. "Wanna see if we can hit people with it if they walk by?"

Edmund grinned, the taste and his seemingly close death now forgotten. "Yes! Do you think we can?"

"I bet we could! I gotts pretty good aim!"

His aim was horrid. Nevermind that it was dark out. But at least it would be fun to try!

"Oh! I'll get my torch so we can spotlight our targets!" He crawled under his bed on his belly and came out with a torch that was half the size that he was. He switched it on and shone the light right at Reno's face.

And that? That was the sound that a kid who possibly never saw natural daylight makes when a high-powered flashlight shines directly into his eyes.

It was not a happy sound.

And it was also accompanied by a honk!

"SORRY!" Ed yelled, because being blinded also called for raising your voice. He tipped the torch down. "I didn't mean to!"

Reno was now doing the 'aaah aaah aaah my eyes I can't see aaaaah' dance. It looked a lot like curling up on the floor and sniffling, but don't be fooled.

A few artistic sniffles in, he rubbed at his eyes and asked, kind of mumbly, "Can I try some of the medicines stuff, too?"

It was cootie medicine, but it might just be multi-purpose.

"It might help your blindness," Edmund nodded. "You'd best try!"

It wasn't really blindness, ~~that was a completely different status ailment,~~ but it was stingy and hurty and it made Reno blink and sniffle, so he reached for the bowl.

Down the hatch!

...

"EW," he shrieked, "ew ew ew! Yucky!"

His eyes were healed! A miracle!

"I know! It's not very nice. But you made me drink it and it's a miracle! I'm not going to die of cooties and then you were blind but now you see! It's another miracle! We should sell this miracle medicine."

Ooooooooh. Edmund was smart!

"Do you think people would pay us with candy?"

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