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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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She leaned up for a quick kiss before she sighed again and sat up, scooting toward the edge of the bed. "I think I was gonna ask what'd happen if I asked you to put your hand back. And then I kinda realized I already knew that." Shirt. Shirt?
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"Probably." No, he wasn't going to deny it, here. If she asked for it, he'd have done so. Why the hell not, right? But the line seemed to be drawn at kissing, biting, and shirtless wrestling, and the poor girl didn't seem to have a clue about how far over the line she was ready to go. So he'd ease off today, hold her clothes back out toward her, and let her put her brain back together, or something.
Yeah.
Damn it.
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She pulled her shirt over her head.
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He fished around for his shirt and pulled it on, not quite buttoning it up just yet. "It's okay, zoto."
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He had no idea how tempting. Except for the fact that he probably did.
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"Drawin' the line where, then?" Because... how was he supposed to know, right? They'd barrel right over it and then she'd look back and get all flaily and panicked and it'd be his fault for being too damn hot. Or something. "You plannin' on figuring it out as you go, or what?"
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That was totally a classy admission, there, Rikku. Nice.
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Damn it anyhow and then some.
"Kissing. Biting. Laughing at your bra. That, I can do."
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They were weird. It was official.
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...
And then laughed.
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Typical cocky Reno nibbing: Not just for Rude anymore.
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