raspberryturk | 29 Chimera Court, Saturday Evening

Ah, it was good to be back on the island. Sure, most of the faces were new. Again. And Reno had spent the better part of the day with his shades on while he adjusted to actual sunlight. Again. And he didn't technically have a place to stay. Yet.

That was what he was working on fixing now, his bag slung over his shoulder containing a ferret and anything that he could smuggle into the bag during the picnic that looked like Mako would enjoy it. Not that Reno had really been careful about smuggling the food in the first place. It was a picnic. Taking food was half the expectation, and what the hell was the school going to do with the leftovers?

He stopped in front of a decent looking place not far from the water, straightened the bag on his back, and considered it for a moment. The place looked occupied already, which would make it a challenge, sure. But if there was one thing Reno liked, it was a challenge. With a little 'heh' and a swagger in his step, he made his way up to the front door and tried the handle.

If this went to hell in a handbag in three seconds flat, at least it'd be a good time.

[OOC: For those housemates who are not yet aware that they're housemates!]

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Reno blinked at that. And then he barked out a laugh. Okay, that was way better than anything he was expecting.

"These clothes don't come off without damn good incentive, yo," he said.

And sure, sometimes that incentive was something as simple as 'to annoy Tseng,' but it was true enough all the same.

"I'm here to see a guy about a room."

Not that anybody had advertised a free room. And he probably would have done better to start by knocking. But hell, where was the fun in any of that?

"Any guy in particular?" Mitsutada asked, thinking Reno must have prearranged with one of the other men of the house. "We do have space for you, of course."

He paused briefly.

"Assuming you pass all the tests."

Look, he was slightly bored with cleaning.

Okay, this was gonna be good. Whatever it was. Breezing past the first question entirely, he settled back against the doorframe and grinned.

"I pass the tests, I get a room? Works for me, yo." And he was going to hold you to that, sword-boy. "What kinda tests?"

Mitsutada's expression did not betray the fact that he was absolutely making this up on the spot.

"Well, first of all, are you going to murder any of us in our sleep... or while we are awake?" Mitsutada asked, mainly as a way to buy him some time to think. But it also was a good thing to get a solid answer on.

"Nah," Reno replied with an easy shrug of his shoulders. "I ain't got orders to, and anyway, that'd probably be rude, yo."

That answer came way too easily, right there.

"Who do you take orders from?" Mitsutada asked, mainly so he'd know. It's not like he didn't have orders to follow, himself. "And why?"

This was becoming more a sort of interview than a test.

He was going to have to find something to throw at Reno's head.

Just so there was a test.

It was definitely an interesting one, wasn't it? And Reno had spent enough time on the island, it wasn't as though nobody could find these things out about him with minimal effort and twenty minutes going through old school newspapers.

"I answer to a guy named Tseng, but he ain't on this world," he replied. "It's the job."

For a Turk, it was really meant to be that simple.

That wasn't quite reassuring to Mitsutada, as it sounded a lot like a mercenary mentality - allegiance to coin was whimsical, and not the fun kind.

"Fair enough," Mitsutada said. "We all have loyalties beyond this island of some sort, after all."

He reached into his pocket and found his phone, which he pulled out and flipped over to his stopwatch app. "Please do two laps around the house. Your time begins now."

Now he was just messing with him.

Reno blinked, and then broke into a laugh. Hell, even taking a few moments to do that wasn't going to hurt his time much. Neither was walking over and holding out his bag for the guy to take.

"Hold my weasel while I run, yo."

Ferret, there. Same difference.

Mitsutada took the bag without hesitation. Honestly, that little moment of trust - even if it was slight forced, was a sign in Reno's favor.

"I promise not to bite it," he said.

"He bites back," Reno replied, smirking. And that was true enough, but when Mako bit, that was mostly just how he played.

And then, as if he wasn't even there, he was gone, with just a slight breeze behind him.

Reno wasn't called 'the fastest Turk' for nothing, and Lady Ghanima had taught him so much besides.

"Well that's good enough for me," Mitsutada said to himself. He mainly just wanted to see if he'd do it, the timing was not actually necessary. There wasn't an actual physical fitness requirement to living in this house.

That was probably good. Reno mostly just liked showing off. And when he returned about five seconds later, he was holding out his hand for the bag with his snoozing ferret in it with a grin.

He hadn't quite had time for two laps and to run and get a cup of coffee or anything, but the laps were done and, if you asked him, he'd done them with style.

"Anything else?"

Now he was mostly just enjoying this.

Mitsutada handed the bag off with a nod. "You've got my vote," Mitsutada said. "Unless the others object, Nathan's old room is yours. My only rule is don't touch my sword. Everything else is negotiable."

"I ain't much of a swordsman anyway," Reno replied, putting his bag back over his shoulder and then sliding his stun baton out of his sleeve, holding it up for Mitsutada to see. "Anyway, this is off-limits too, yo. I don't touch your weapon, you don't touch mine, it all works out nice."

Mitsutada gave the stun baton a look of barely-veiled disapproval. "I do not think that will ever be a problem," he said.

He extended a gloved hand. "Mitsutada Shokudaikiri, at your service."

Reno snorted a bit at that look, tucking the weapon away again before reaching to shake the offered hand.

"Reno. Just Reno. Short and sweet, yo." He nodded back toward the bag. "The sleeping weasel is Mako."

Also short and sweet.

"Does Mako speak?" Mitsuda asked, genuinely curious.

Look, he came from a place that had talking computer-foxes.

"Only if you count honking sounds," Reno replied.

Eh, he'd been asked weirder.

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