Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2009-07-23 02:44 pm
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Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Afternoon
Reno had a bit of a dilemma, and he had today off by some miracle. And so, on his day off, he was going to attempt to fix it.
His living space since he'd moved in to Rude's apartment had become a little on the cramped side. Sure, it was more space than he'd had while he was living in the dorms on Fandom Island. But while he was in school, he hadn't been trying to cultivate greens, either. Unless one counted the green fuzz that sometimes grew on whatever he'd left sitting around, but that was a different thing entirely. As it stood, Reno was staring in bewilderment at the contents of Rude's living room.
Rude had set off for work today with a clearly stated mission for Reno to handle before he got back. He didn't care how he did it, just so long as it was done.
The clutter... would have to go.
So much easier said than done, when you were used to stockpiling whatever you could get your hands on, and you had people sending you care packages from all over creation. Nevermind the assorted bits he'd managed to gather with full intent to toss together a makeshift greenhouse in he future.
"Mako," Reno sighed, plucking the ferret out of his beans for the umpteeth time this afternoon, "I think this couch-surfin' shit ain't all it's made out to be, yo."
[NFB for distance, naturally, but open for the usual riffraff to give their phone calls and what-have-you!]
His living space since he'd moved in to Rude's apartment had become a little on the cramped side. Sure, it was more space than he'd had while he was living in the dorms on Fandom Island. But while he was in school, he hadn't been trying to cultivate greens, either. Unless one counted the green fuzz that sometimes grew on whatever he'd left sitting around, but that was a different thing entirely. As it stood, Reno was staring in bewilderment at the contents of Rude's living room.
Rude had set off for work today with a clearly stated mission for Reno to handle before he got back. He didn't care how he did it, just so long as it was done.
The clutter... would have to go.
So much easier said than done, when you were used to stockpiling whatever you could get your hands on, and you had people sending you care packages from all over creation. Nevermind the assorted bits he'd managed to gather with full intent to toss together a makeshift greenhouse in he future.
"Mako," Reno sighed, plucking the ferret out of his beans for the umpteeth time this afternoon, "I think this couch-surfin' shit ain't all it's made out to be, yo."
[NFB for distance, naturally, but open for the usual riffraff to give their phone calls and what-have-you!]
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Ino settled back in her tree, cradling the phone, and gazed at the branches above her. "Okay," she said, "let's start with me and Fiona then..." Ino went on, going through the conversation word-by-word and mimicking the intonation that had been used all through out. "Then I went to Mr. Durden right after that..."
She rattled off the conversation, much the same way and then hit the one that was really--well, awful. "And Mr. Durden and I in class on Tuesday..."
Eventually she wound down and just sat there, staring up at the leaves and taking a moment to wish that she was home.
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"Ow," he said, finally, when she'd worn down and stopped. "That's a lotta..." He tapped his fingers against his knee, frowning. "I dunno. Sounds like there was a lot bein' said on both sides that wasn't bein' heard."
So weird for him, trying to play the voice of reason.
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No, really. She was just going to sit on her temper--he had rank over her--and try to keep her voice level.
"Like what?"
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Seemed like a clusterfuck all around, really.
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And, while he had a fleeting sort of respect for Tyler, he owed the fact that he was still alive to Ghanima.
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Tempers could get people killed. He still stood by that one. Even if he let his own run away with him from time to time.
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Yes Ino, that's totally why you'd been pissed for days. Totally not important issues at all.
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A sigh. Yes, another one.
"What class is it?"
Hey, this totally had something to do with the rest of the conversation, yes.
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"I'm pissed off," Ino informed him. "And it's Mythbusting, not that that's important."
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There was a pause, while he plowed onward with this train of thought, yes.
"What kinda myths you bust so far?"
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"We've made soap, we've made fountains out of soda and candy, and we've learnt how to make a cannon out of a tree."
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Reno liked the soap classes, okay.
"You tellin' me, honestly, that there ain't nothin' you can take away from that class that'll give you a leg-up on the people from your world who ain't been to Fandom? Really?"
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Reno's education began and ended with a year and a half at Fandom High, yes.
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Which he probably did, right now, but whatever.
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"I also come from a world where, if I don't pay attention, I'm dead in less than a heartbeat," Reno noted. "You gonna refuse to respect all your teachers, Ino? You're the student, they're they guys in charge. Goin' to class is doin' the job. You don't gotta like what they have to say, and they don't gotta give a shit, but the job's still gotta get done."
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