Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2011-01-05 02:29 pm
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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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It was an entirely important question.
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It was a hugely important question. Reno was obligated to give it the consideration it was due.
"We'd have to find an open stretch that was wide enough, though. Streets here are too busy, but I bet we could find some empty aisles in a supermarket somewhere. Points taken off for every display of cans we knock over, yo."
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"Man, but that's what them kickass horns are for!"
Meep! Meep!
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It was official. Someday, this had to happen.
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It was a plan.