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!"

[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."

[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."

[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?