raspberryturk: (Up there omg)
Reno of the Turks ([personal profile] raspberryturk) wrote2009-06-26 08:09 pm

Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

Damn, it was good to be on the island.

Daaaaaaaamn, it was so good to be on the island. And sure, the room he'd grabbed at The Arms wasn't his dorm room, but he had a real, honest-to-gods bed here, instead of the lumpy couch Reno had been sleeping on for the past little while, and that alone made the whole trip worth it.

Well, the bed and the minibar. He was going to have to coordinate some kind of drinking outing with the guys before he took off again, maybe. In the meantime, he'd pick up his cellphone and leave some handwavey messages telling his buddies on the island where he could be found.

And then? Then he was going to flop backward on that amazing friggin' bed and just sprawl.

Oh, hell yeah.

[Door's open, and if you figure you'd get a call, you totally did. Mmmm, feels like home.]

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
And lo, there was a bouncing bundle of flying blonde hurling through his door, fully intent on pouncing on him.

Not Dirty.

"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!"

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Dōjima was Japanese. The anime-girl-style-glomp was part of her DNA.

"Better, now that I have my favorite Turk," she teased, beaming before moving to sit next to him. "You ready to party tomorrow night?"

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aw, you mean you didn't come just to help me move?" she laughed. "Red, I'm hurt."

[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"You? Can get the cat into her carrier," she offered magnanimously. "I was gonna feed you anyway, you know. It's not a party if there isn't any ramen or bacon."

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intraspective: (over the shoulder grin)

[personal profile] intraspective 2009-06-26 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been kind of a crappy week, and Ino had been vaguely reclusive for her, but as if she was just going to hide out and maybe miss out on seeing Reno.

As if.

She leaned against the open door and held up her hands to frame the picture he made, all sprawled out. "Sloth, I think," she said, consideringly. "Or maybe bliss."
intraspective: (nyah!)

[personal profile] intraspective 2009-06-26 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you ought to buy cushions," she suggested, wandering in. "Or a new couch even."

He could get one from IKEA.
intraspective: (chillin)

[personal profile] intraspective 2009-06-26 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Futons?" She flopped down to sit next to him, picking at her skirt. "That'd have to be more comfy than a crappy couch," Ino noted. "You'd just have to hope, if you went the hammock route, that Rude wouldn't think it'd be fun to cut your hammock down while you're sleeping in it."

Okay, Ino would've found that fun.

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withoutverona: (laughing)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-06-26 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"You picked the hotel room to match my room number," Romeo grinned as he wandered in. "You could have just stayed with me, I would have let you."
Edited 2009-06-26 23:56 (UTC)
withoutverona: (laughing)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-06-27 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Packing, mostly. Doing last things -- I gave your radio cohost the shop and I've been trying to visit places. I leave Monday."

A cloud passed over Romeo's face, but quickly dissipated as he flopped onto the bed.

"How have you been? Has Rude kicked you out yet?"
withoutverona: (Duuuuude)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-06-27 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Been there, done that -- was there a t-shirt?

"Tell me about chocobo hair or I'll imagine a bird on his head," Romeo said lazily. "Do you think she would go for Rude, if she's not taken?"

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[identity profile] the-merriest.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The front desk saaaaaaaaaaaaid her favorite Turk ever was here. They did. They wouldn't lie, would they?

Rikku dropped her bags in the doorway, grinned, and ran over for an epic tackle-pounce-glomping.

She didn't care if anyone stole her stuff. Or if anyone else was in the room. Excuse her, she needed a few seconds of EAT FACE before she could be a civilized, normal person.

It had been a couple weeks, okay?

[identity profile] the-merriest.livejournal.com 2009-06-27 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
He smelled like Reno. He should bottle it up so she could keep it, when he was away. Maybe she'd steal some of his shirts. Maybe she'd buy him extra shirts, make him wear them, and then steal them back.

Okay, Rikku was going to try to behave herself, dammit. Which, sadly, meant ending the kiss, since ... the door was open and ... you know. There might be people hanging out. She hadn't really checked.

She nuzzled against his nose with a laugh. "Missed you."

[identity profile] the-merriest.livejournal.com 2009-06-27 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"You bet," she said, nipping at his nose and sitting up straighter. Right. Behaving herself. More or less. "I have a draft going, of those letters. I'm gonna show Yunie once I get back. I really think we can do this, you know? Ooooh, how are your beans??"

It was dorky, how much she wriggled for beans, yes.