Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

[raspberryturk]

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.]

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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

And lo, there was a bouncing bundle of flying blonde hurling through his door, fully intent on pouncing on him.

Not Dirty.

"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!"

[raspberryturk]

And there was no way that Reno could un-sprawl in time to avoid the flying tackle that was impending, really. Not even the fastest Turk could scramble off of a nice, squishy bed that fast.

"Doji!" And then he was laughing. "How you doin'?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

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?"

[raspberryturk]

"Do you honestly think I'd show my mug around here if I wasn't ready to party tomorrow night?" Reno smirked, pulling himself up to take a seat and giving his head a shake. "Doji, I been ready to get the hell outta Edge for just about as long as I've been in Edge, yoto."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Aw, you mean you didn't come just to help me move?" she laughed. "Red, I'm hurt."

[raspberryturk]

"I came with other motives," Reno said solemnly, and then he had himself another chuckle. "You're movin' soon, huh? Yeah, Doji. If you need a hand over the weekend, you got it. But you're supplyin' Ramen if you got me workin' through lunch, yo."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"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."

[intraspective]

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."

[raspberryturk]

"Both," Reno decided. And like hell he was getting up when he was clearly so very picturesque. "Rude's got the most friggin' uncomfortable couch in Edge, yo. When they were handin' out shitty, busted up couches, Rude got in line and picked the shittest, most busted up one. Just for me."

Because Rude was the best buddy a guy could ever hope for.

[intraspective]

"Maybe you ought to buy cushions," she suggested, wandering in. "Or a new couch even."

He could get one from IKEA.

[raspberryturk]

"Ain't too many places out there to buy either," Reno chuckled, finally decided it would be best to just sit up and get it over with. "An' I don't think I can fit a couch on the chopper when Rude comes to pick me up. Unless I get some of them collapsible jobbies. What're they called? Maybe I should just grab a hammock an' nail it into his walls or somethin'."

... Actually, that was a pretty good idea. Huh.

[intraspective]

"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.

[raspberryturk]

... Actually, Rude probably would've, too. And so Reno was going to get his hammock, and he was going to sleep with his stun baton.

He already slept with his stun baton. But still.

"Rude knows better," Reno decided. "He messes with my stuff, he'll end up with ferret crap in his bed, zoto."

[withoutverona]

"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."

[raspberryturk]

Now there was a sight for sore eyes!

"It was assigned to me," Reno laughed, sitting up. Lots of sitting up, today. He'd have to jjust quite laying down. "I ain't sure if the Administration wants grads who've already left to crash in the dorms or not, so I figured this'd be a safer bet than gettin' tossed out on my ass, yo. How've you been, Romeo, my man?"

[withoutverona]

"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?"

[raspberryturk]

Tick. Tock. Reno totally knew how that felt. He'd been there and done it already, after all.

"I ain't been too bad. Startin' to schmooze with the rookie some more. Might take her to Tifa's bar sometime, see if we can figure out if Rude's got a snowball's chance in hell of gettin' up close an' personal with her, or if her an' her tits are property of the emo kid with the chocobo hair, yo."

[withoutverona]

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?"

[raspberryturk]

"Tifa? Yeah, maybe she would. Hard to say, yo. Rude's had a crush on her for years, now." Reno stretched, and then stood and ambled his way over to the minibar. Hell yeah, minibar. "I'm talkin' about Cloud when I talk about chocobo hair, yo. Kinda looks like it, don't it? That whiny guy that did the big damage against the silver-haired mofo back in Edge?"

Totally chocobo hair.

[the_merriest]

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?

[raspberryturk]

"MMPH!" That was not an 'mmph' of protest in any way, shape, or form. That was the 'mmph' of a man who hadn't been tackled and kissed like that in at least a couple of weeks, and this was therefore the greatest tackle-kiss he'd had in just as long, and wow, did his face ever need to be eaten.

That was the 'mmph' of a guy who was totally going to take a moment to eat face right back, yes.

[the_merriest]

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."

[raspberryturk]

"Missed you too, yoto." That was damn near a purr, right there. "You been takin' care of yourself, babe?"

[the_merriest]

"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.

[raspberryturk]

"Yellow," Reno reported, and proudly. "They make yellow beans!"

This meant that they weren't dead. This was a freaking miracle.

"Tell me how them letters work out, huh? Sounds like a damn fine idea to me."