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raspberryturk) wrote2008-03-14 10:09 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2008-03-14 10:09 pm
Room 429, Friday Evening
Reno was looking at the dirty postcard that he had received from Romeo with about as much admiration as agitation.
On one hand, Romeo had pretty sweet taste in women.
On the other hand, the hundred-and-something year old postcard was... a hundred and something years old. Which was going to be problematic, so far as writing Romeo back to thank him for the vintage porn was concerned.
"Say tray jolly yes," Reno decided, butchering the French language as he stood the postcard on his dresser and stepped back to appreciate it. "And so help me, dammit, I'm gonna tell you that to your face, yoto."
[Door's shut, but the post is open like openly open things.Calling all girlfriends, yo.]
On one hand, Romeo had pretty sweet taste in women.
On the other hand, the hundred-and-something year old postcard was... a hundred and something years old. Which was going to be problematic, so far as writing Romeo back to thank him for the vintage porn was concerned.
"Say tray jolly yes," Reno decided, butchering the French language as he stood the postcard on his dresser and stepped back to appreciate it. "And so help me, dammit, I'm gonna tell you that to your face, yoto."
[Door's shut, but the post is open like openly open things.