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raspberryturk) wrote2009-07-23 02:44 pm
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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Reno shrugged, though he knew she couldn't see it, and reached for the ferret. There was weasel-snuggling to be done.
"Maybe someone else who learned how to be a person, too."
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"Do you want the honors, or were you gonna leave that for me?"
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"Do I gotta pull out those pictures of Tifa's titties again from under his pillow, just to show you? 'Cause I will, zoto. An' then I'll tell you all about the hottest lesbian porn I ever had the privilege of bein' a part of."
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Having said that, if anyone was ever invited to be the sole cock at a lesbian orgy, it would be Reno. He oozed sex.
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He had been the hottest lesbian ever, too.
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"Eating pussy like a pro does not make you a lesbian," she noted.
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"Incoming, yo!" There was a picture on the way now, yes. Of a very hot, rather well-endowed girl with bright red hair, bright blue eyes, and facial tattoos. And also, no clothing. "Look, I could lick my own tits!"
Yes, Reno was shameless.
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"No way," she laughed. "That's you? If Fandom gives me a dick, I'd ..."
Well. When she got done freaking out, she'd use it. She heard blowjobs were awesome.
She straightened up slightly, looking around. "I shouldn't be checking shit like that out at public, I'll get fired."
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Reno's job on the island had been awesome.
But then, he could boast that he'd worked for the President of the United States of America. Who was a bunny.
That was awesome.
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If Elena couldn't extrapolate what went down from there, she was a lost cause.
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It helped, really, that there were no liquor stores or corner stores selling porno mags in Edge. Yes.
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Not like Everclear or Bacardi 151 or anything. Really.