Room 501, Monday, Noon

[raspberryturk]

Having just sent a handwavey e-mail to Tseng that began with the words, "I swear I'm not freakin' drunk, but bear with me," Reno felt it was safe to finally poke through the e-mails that he'd been ignoring all weekend while typing up that stupid report.

He ran through the typical gamut of "junk, junk, spam, junk with spam filling, junk, Host Club invite, junk" before backtracking, clicking on the invite, and looking it over with his mouth agape before turning around and raising an eyebrow at his roomie.

"Tamaki?"

[[Intended for the roomie, who is modded into the room with his mun's permission, but open to anyone, provided you don't mind wonky availability because of Tamaki company.]]

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[raspberryturk]

Reno looked back at his laptop and waved Tamaki over with one hand.

"C'mere for a moment, would you?"

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

He was actually being beckoned to by his roomie? Maybe Reno was really, truly warming up to him! He could hardly believe his good luck. As such, he sauntered over to Reno and peered over his roomie's shoulder. "What is it, my most esteemed roommate? Got a funny joke to show me?" He winked.

[raspberryturk]

Reno tapped his finger to the LCD display monitor a couple of times, causing the colors to shift and warp under his touch.

"Just got your e-mail," he said casually.

Perhaps too casually.

Far too casually.

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

"My e-mail?" Tamaki said blankly, having forgotten he sent it to Reno in the first place.

[raspberryturk]

.... "Of all the students I had to be roomies with, they had to stick me with Special Ed," Reno muttered with an eyeroll.

"Yes, Tamaki. Your Host Club invite."

So very, very casually.

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

It took him a moment, but then Tamaki remembered. He immediately regained his composure, straightening out and nodding his head.

"Ah, yes, that e-mail! What about it?"

He grinned at Reno, knowing that his roomie just had to be so excited.

[raspberryturk]

Oh yes. This was absolutely what Reno looked like when he was excited, his teeth grit the way they were and his eyes narrowed.

The very epitome of excitement, right there.

"Why?"

The fewer words he used, the less tempted he could be to kill Tamaki and get his ass sent back to Edge. Right? It worked for Rude?

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

"Reno," he said, allowing a faint smile to appear before taking on a serious face and tone, "You are my roommate. Roommates do not just live together, no. A roommate is a friend, a comrade, someone who will help you when you need guidance! Think of the way you helped me when I was confused about Professor Deadpool's advice... that's what a roommate does."

He paused, partly for dramatic effect and partly to find the words he wanted, which did not take very long. "It is with this in mind that, I, as your roomie, require your assistance to begin my Host Club. It cannot be a success without hosts, and I have decided that you are fabulous host material. Not only are you my one and only roommate, Reno, you have also got wonderful cheekbones and a rebellious nature! That 'type' is one that is highly sought after! You will be perfect!"

He strode back across the room to his bed, sitting down with a contently smug smile and reaching for a notebook. "As it says, the club meets this coming Sunday."

[raspberryturk]

...

Well, it was good to know that not!crackwhore cheekbones were a good thing nowadays.

And. Chicks. He couldn't complain about the chicks.

But.

"Next Sunday, I'm learning alternate ways to kill someone and get away with it," Reno replied. Honestly.

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki froze where he was, his expression unreadable. It looked like something had snapped in his brain. Gradually, his face softened into the wibbliest of blue-eyed pathetic puppy dog looks. "But... I need your help!"

[raspberryturk]

"I got a friend gonna be on the island for this convention, yo," Reno said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not missin' it for your Host Club, Tamaki."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki turned away. "Oh."

He said nothing more although it could be said that all the color faded from him and his hair blew artistically in a tragic wind that came out of absolutely nowhere.

[raspberryturk]

Where the hell did that wind come from?

Reno gave a grunt and shook his head. "Maybe if the workshops end early and I'm not takin' Rude on a one-bar-crawl, I'll be able to show up for the ass end of your club meeting."

Not killing Tamaki. Not killing him. Being a gooood roomie, here. A gooooood roomie. See? Tamaki should be pleased, as he still has all of his bones in one piece.

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki did a complete 360 and presented Reno with a huge grin. "Aha! I knew you would come through for me, roomie! Just wear what you usually wear. You're strangely stylish for a 'rebel' type, but don't change a thing!"

[raspberryturk]

... Excellent. Tamaki had given Reno permission to wear his uniform. That was just what he needed.

"Thanks." Eyeroll. "I'm not makin' promises, though."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki only smiled knowingly at Reno. Of course his roomie would show up for his sake! He knew it in his heart. After all, someone who wore such a nice suit every day had to be a pretty cool guy.