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]

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.