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raspberryturk) wrote2008-02-13 12:33 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2008-02-13 12:33 pm
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Room 501, Wednesday Afternoon
Packing.
It was much faster a job than one would expect, given how much crap Reno had amassed since coming to Fandom. But he had managed to stuff everything that he had come to the island with into the same duffel he had brought initially, and most of his booze stash even managed to get crammed in there as well. This left a box with a model helicopter to be carried under one arm, and he was good to go.
Turks, after all, knew how to pack light.
Reno, who was thankfully far less blue than he had been last night, looked around room 501, smirking faintly. If there was one thing that could be said for the school office, it was that they worked decently quickly. Even if they couldn't spell to save their lives.
Room 429. A single. Tseng would be sated, anyhow, and it meant that Reno got a room all to himself, which wasn't half bad, either.
[Establishy-ish? I'm leaving for work in half an hour, but it's open if anyone wants to ask Reno what he's up to-- if you're okay with not being pinged back to until later on this evening.]
It was much faster a job than one would expect, given how much crap Reno had amassed since coming to Fandom. But he had managed to stuff everything that he had come to the island with into the same duffel he had brought initially, and most of his booze stash even managed to get crammed in there as well. This left a box with a model helicopter to be carried under one arm, and he was good to go.
Turks, after all, knew how to pack light.
Reno, who was thankfully far less blue than he had been last night, looked around room 501, smirking faintly. If there was one thing that could be said for the school office, it was that they worked decently quickly. Even if they couldn't spell to save their lives.
Room 429. A single. Tseng would be sated, anyhow, and it meant that Reno got a room all to himself, which wasn't half bad, either.
[Establishy-ish? I'm leaving for work in half an hour, but it's open if anyone wants to ask Reno what he's up to-- if you're okay with not being pinged back to until later on this evening.]
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"What? Why? Was it something I said?!"
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"No, Tamaki. It wasn't somethin' you said. Boss just would rather I be in a single, is all."
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"Boss?"
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One mouthful left. Waste not, want not, right? Mmmm.
"I'm sure you know how it is," Reno was sure Tamaki had no clue. "One moment, you're sittin', mindin' your own business, the next you got a threat about your salary sittin' in your inbox, yo."
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"Ah," he said slowly, "Well, if the Boss says so..."
His face reflected his loneliness for but a moment before he smiled, hiding that part of himself away. "I wish you all the best, then, roomie. I hope I'll see you on Sundays."
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"Hey! It's not that kind of club!"
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"If you say so, man. Just so long as I don't get hit on by another guy this week, I'm there, whatever the heck you wanna call it."
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"Maybe ex-roomies, soon, but still friends, right?"
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"Damn straight." Smirk. "Maybe this means you'll actually start usin' my name now."
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"You can always come to visit, Roomie!"
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"I'll keep that in mind, yo. I'll be in room 429 if you ever need me, got that?"
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"I'll bring you a housewarming gift!"
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"I'll look forward to that, yoto."
Terror, pure and simple.