Room 501, Friday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Reno was sitting cross-legged on his bed, a stack of photocopied papers spread out on the sheets in front of him. He was ignoring his laundry, which probably ought to get done before his roomie could notice the red streaks across the back of one of his white shirts. And he was ignoring his report to Tseng, which he usually ignored anyhow until the very last minute or whenever the angry e-mails started to pour in. And he was focusing entirely on making stupid sounds without sounding too stupid.

"Oui pnayg so ... hekrd. Ed ec lumt eh dra dnaac?"

...

"Drec ec lnywo. Cdnyhka. Pydrnuus nupud lyhto bahkiehc."

Reno sounded like an idiot and he hated everything.


[That Reno is making stupid sounds is totally fine to mention on radio, that the stupid sounds are Al Bhed is totally NFB, please. <3 I leave for work in 20 minutes. Am available for slowplay much later tonight though, if you really want to have strange words thrown at you.]

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[raspberryturk]

Reno deadpanned at Tamaki.

"If it's a daydream, it's not real, right? Nothin's ever gonna come of the words I say to these girls?"

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

"Of course not," Tamaki said. "You are just putting a smile on the face of a young lady by giving her some of your precious time."

He smiled, fondly thinking of his times at Ouran Academy. The Host Club was his passion, and he was very excited to be beginning one at Fandom.

[raspberryturk]

... So it was a lie?

Reno still didn't really follow, but whatever.

"Okay. So essentially I'm bein' pimped out for company."

[princetragique.livejournal.com]

Tamaki would not have necessarily put it that way. In fact, Reno's way of paraphrasing sort of frightened him.

"S-something like that?"

[raspberryturk]

"The girls are payin' money for this?"

This was an important question.