Room 501, Wednesday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Why yes, yes Reno does, in fact, check his e-mail.

Junk, junk, junk, junk with spam filling, ten messages from the boss informing him that his second report is half a week late, junk, invite to the Girls with Guns club, spam, spam, junk, jun-- Ooooh.

He scrolled up and clicked on the invite, reading it over a good three times and grinning all the more as he did so.

"Chicks and firearms," he said aloud. "I'm so there, yoto."

[[Door and post open like an open thing. Give Reno another reason to put off writing that "no, really, I'm not insane, I just wasn't me at all this weekend" report for Tseng.]]

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[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé shook her head. "That doesn't make any sense. He told Axel, just before he left. I saw it in his memories. Axel might have been the only one who even knew."

[raspberryturk]

"Maybe he hadn't left yet."

While they were playing with alternate universes and the like, might as well toss some fun with timelines into the mix to properly destroy Reno's sense of reality, here.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"Do you remember anything?" Naminé asked. "How long it had been since Castle Oblivion? Where everyone was?"

[raspberryturk]

"Look, I don't..." Reno allowed himself a frown as he thought back on the weekend. This was the sort of thing he'd rather avoid dwelling on too hard. But at the same time. "He was surprised that Sora remembered his name?"

Was that something?

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé nodded, slowly. "If this was before Roxas left, that makes sense. Sora wouldn't remember anything from Castle Oblivion; I was rewriting his memories to the way they should have been, but that meant losing what happened while I was changing them. So he shouldn't have known Axel at all. Or me."

[raspberryturk]

"That sounds like about the same sort of notion that Axel had," Reno agreed.

This wasn't the sort of conversation he usually tried to have with a cute girl in his room on a Wednesday evening. But then, he didn't usually spend his weekends quite the way he had spent this past one, either.

"Can pinpoint every emotion he felt through that freakin' conversation, zoto. Annoyed to surprised to- to I don't think there's a word for that one. And then angry. Really damn angry, in a desperate kinda way."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"That would have been a lot to take in," Naminé said softly. "It would be an upsetting thing to experience."

Her tone left it carefully open which of them she was referring to.

[raspberryturk]

"Upsetting," he replied, "being an emotion, of course."

He took a seat on the edge of his bed again.

"And it was." So very matter-of-fact, here. Just because he could remember feeling it all didn't mean that it was really him who had been upset. He could talk about this without his pride taking a beating. "I'm willin' to bet it would be. For anyone, yo."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"I suppose it is," Naminé said, nodding. "Very well. So Axel, having emotions despite everything saying that he can't, was upset. Presumably about Roxas leaving, even though I think Roxas knew it was what he had to do. That wouldn't make it much easier, would it?"

[raspberryturk]

"Don't imagine so. You don't just turn and walk away from somethin' without there being consequences." Reno leaned backward again, palms pressed firmly into the mattress. "In this case, rippin' the heart outta someone who apparently doesn't have one to begin with. Good way to prove it's there, I'm thinkin'. Break it, yoto."

Again, this was purely platonic conversation about the emotions of someone who was obviously not him. Just because he had felt them, didn't mean they bothered him, or anything. Really.