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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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A beat.
"Guess we're gonna have to wait an' see if Fandom ever decides to give me tits again by proxy, yo."
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"If it gives you tits, then I don't want a dick again," Ino said, "I'm the girliest guy ever and it's totally weird."
Ino liked her body, thanks.
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"I can't picture you as a guy, Ino. You must'a been, like, the gayest guy on campus that day."
He meant that in the nicest way, really.
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And sent him a picture. You could see how thrilled she looked. Really.
"Just about," Ino admitted. "And it's the second time it's gotten me."
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And then, because he couldn't resist, there was a picture incoming of him, too. And maybe it was topless, so what? Reno hadn't actually bothered to get pictures of himself with a shirt on, that day. Because he had been the hottest lesbian ever. And also because his shirts wouldn't fit his chest. Oops! "It only got me once, yo. I wouldn't bitch if it got me again, though."
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"Where's your shirt?!" Ino cried, laughing. "Reno!"
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He was terrible. He really, really was. But at least he hadn't sent her the picture where he was licking himself!
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"Doesn't mean I want to see it from you! And without warning!"
You know, it'd be more effective if she wasn't giggling.
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Mako had even joined in. There was excited honking from around Reno's ankles.
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Mako was going to honk some more! Possibly because Reno was bending down to offer him the phone. Phone for the ferret!
As a result, the honking might have become significantly louder, yes. And it might have been interspersed with weaselly gnawing sounds. Omnomnomnom.
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"Mako likes you," he decided, letting the ferret gnaw on his finger, instead. "I bet the phone totally tasted like Rookie, yo."
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And hadn't really been feeling like she was this week, so it was nice to know.