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raspberryturk) wrote2011-01-05 02:29 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2011-01-05 02:29 pm
Office Hours, #7, Wednesday
... Aw, shit. It had been so long since Reno had spent time in his office. He'd gotten kinda familiar with it, what, back when the parents were on the island, way back? But he'd gone and told the Rookie's Rookie that he'd be here today, in case she wanted to talk. And anyhow, there was always shit to do.
Maybe he could hammer out lesson plans that would give him some kind of edge over that jerkass in the red coat.
Yeah. And he could write it in the dust that had settled on his desk over the months, too. Jeez.
[Reno's door is open!]
Maybe he could hammer out lesson plans that would give him some kind of edge over that jerkass in the red coat.
Yeah. And he could write it in the dust that had settled on his desk over the months, too. Jeez.
[Reno's door is open!]
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Or, you know, whenever. She wouldn't be the first Rookie he'd had to just call him up to shoot the shit, but she was admittedly the first Rookie he had who'd started as a student instead of a peer.
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Reno's phone was not generally the recipient of prank phone calls. Because, of course, it was his business phone, through the Turks.
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Because, really? If something happened and Tori called him? She'd greet him with 'The bastards have Chloe and they need to die.' Tori's communications could be special sometimes.
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