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raspberryturk) wrote2008-03-06 11:43 am
raspberryturk) wrote2008-03-06 11:43 am
Room 429, Thursday, After Ethics
Right. So. Reno's brain was not allowing him to function in a straight line today. Too much going on up there regarding a certain girl and a certain argument and then a certain sort of resolution and what the hell, did this mean he had a girlfriend? It did. Didn't it? It probably did.
... He had totally no freaking clue what he was doing, here.
Which meant it was time to bust out the laptop and fire off an e-mail to Rude. Because Rude would just know. He was an ass, but he wasn't... usually stupid. Or whatever. Right?
And so, Reno typed!
Approval, Rude. I have this problem. You know that girl, right? Rikku? Yeah, this is approximately Rikku, pleasant girl has closed in on Is one and... Dunno I. Really, as it and I could really have said it to that you wished to be its boyfriend. That one is good, of right? I mean, I obtain one star of the gold or any? And it is right? Less than still it cannot say them that approximately falling the slab and crushing the fields seven and she it is going to discover and still terrorizzato like merda that is going to the freak outside and to remove, but to that one are... as soon as me that I make the presupposed ones of the idiot, right? And if you answer to this with a word freaking approximately me that I admit that they are scared, here, I I am going hitchhike in order to border and busto in your teeth, rude. I will make, serious.
I wish as soon as to know after that... that what hell I make? I mean, you I know this merda, right? You states here before? I mean, probably different if it is supposed to kill you and all, but you know that what I mean?
And if breathed a word approximately this to the shelf I I am going to the leather capelluto. I do not take care myself if not obtained hats, it I am not going to arrest it.
... One of these days, Reno was going to read what he had written before hitting send.
In the meantime, he could always hope Rude would assume he was drunk.
[Door's closed, post is open for slowplay because woo, evening jobs are awesome. I just had to poke at the crack-of-the-day while I still had a chance. Hooray, Babel Fish translations to Italian and back!]
... He had totally no freaking clue what he was doing, here.
Which meant it was time to bust out the laptop and fire off an e-mail to Rude. Because Rude would just know. He was an ass, but he wasn't... usually stupid. Or whatever. Right?
And so, Reno typed!
Approval, Rude. I have this problem. You know that girl, right? Rikku? Yeah, this is approximately Rikku, pleasant girl has closed in on Is one and... Dunno I. Really, as it and I could really have said it to that you wished to be its boyfriend. That one is good, of right? I mean, I obtain one star of the gold or any? And it is right? Less than still it cannot say them that approximately falling the slab and crushing the fields seven and she it is going to discover and still terrorizzato like merda that is going to the freak outside and to remove, but to that one are... as soon as me that I make the presupposed ones of the idiot, right? And if you answer to this with a word freaking approximately me that I admit that they are scared, here, I I am going hitchhike in order to border and busto in your teeth, rude. I will make, serious.
I wish as soon as to know after that... that what hell I make? I mean, you I know this merda, right? You states here before? I mean, probably different if it is supposed to kill you and all, but you know that what I mean?
And if breathed a word approximately this to the shelf I I am going to the leather capelluto. I do not take care myself if not obtained hats, it I am not going to arrest it.
... One of these days, Reno was going to read what he had written before hitting send.
In the meantime, he could always hope Rude would assume he was drunk.
[Door's closed, post is open for slowplay because woo, evening jobs are awesome. I just had to poke at the crack-of-the-day while I still had a chance. Hooray, Babel Fish translations to Italian and back!]
OOC: Translation?
Okay, Rude. I have this problem. You know that girl, right? Rikku? Yeah, this is about Rikku, shut up. She's a nice girl, and... I dunno. I really, really like her and I might have told her that I want to be her boyfriend. That's good, right? I mean, I get a gold star or whatever? And it's okay? Except I still can't tell her about dropping the plate and crushing Sector Seven and she's gonna find out and I'm still terrified as shit that she's gonna freak out and take off, but that's... just me making idiot assumptions, right? And if you reply to this with one freaking word about me admitting that I'm scared, here, I'm going to hitchhike to Edge and bust in your teeth, Rude. I'll do it, serious.
I just wanna know... what the hell do I do, next? I mean, you know this shit, right? You been there before? I mean, probably different if she's supposed to kill you and all, but you know what I mean?
And if you breathe a word about this to the boss I'm gonna scalp you. I don't care if you don't got no hair, it ain't going to stop me.