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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"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.