raspberryturk | Room 429, Friday Evening

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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.~~]

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Rikku shook her head. "Cat's gonna keep doing that if he stays. I so much as wriggle in the middle of the night, and my toes get eaten."

Petey mrowled, unhappily. He was still up, he wanted to be down!

"Eh. He's just a cat. He ain't hurtin' nothing anyhow. Go on, put 'im down."

Possibly, these were famous last words.

Reno wanted more kissing, dammit.

"You ... want him to stay with us?" she giggled. "'Cause ... otherwise I should take him back before we, uh."

Petey wriggled harder and found his own way down.

Rikku slipped her arms around Reno's neck again.

See? The cat totally had the right idea, here. Get out of the way so that kissing could happen. The retarded kitten was brighter than anyone ever gave him credit for. Reno was going to have to sneak him lunch meat or something later in order to thank him for this.

He slipped his hands around her waist and kissed her and wasn't going to let go, dammit.

She'd needed this. Last night had been crying and clinging, and this was more ... easing into it. Curling around him and letting her lips wander over his and her arms pull him closer. And ignoring it whenever she felt a light nip at her ankles. Petey could amuse himself. He usually did.

The great thing about shoelaces and ankles, really, was the fact that they were so, so very far away from faces and lips. This meant that the cat could destroy his feet, for all Reno cared, and Reno could once again attempt to demonstrate how long he could hold his breath. And pull her up close against him and stay that way.

After a few minutes, she eased back, looking into his eyes with a grin. "You've been practicing," she laughed. "What are you up to? Two minutes? Three?"

He stuck his tongue out for a moment, grinning as he caught his breath.

"Three-fifteen, by my last count," he informed her. Because... damn. It was a big deal, okay?

"Check you out," she giggled, bouncing on her toes. "You'll be a blitzer in no time, zoto. I should warn you, it's a little harder when you're swimming around like crazy trying to figure out who's got the ball."

"I'm thinkin' it's gonna be even harder than that until I learn how to actually swim," he added with a bit of a shrug of his shoulders. "It's okay, yoto. I'll come up with some good, practical uses for it that don't involve drownin' once my three-fifteen runs out, yo."

Rikku laughed. "If you can hold your breath for three minutes, you can probably find your way to the surface, zoto. You just kick." She leaned up a little. "I might be interested in some of those, uh, other uses?"

Frown. "When there isn't a kitten eating my shoes."

Reno sighed and looked downward at the cat.

"Petey-boy?" ... Aww. "... You got good taste in shoes."

"He can't stay," she said, sadly. "All his food and his litterbox and everything else, they're back in my room. Say bye-bye, Petey."

"Could probably just as easily grab the food and litterbox," Reno idly mused, demonstrating the age-old tradition of Reno not paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

"Should I?" Rikku asked, eyes shining. "I could get one or two of his toys, and he could crash here, with us, for the night. It, uh, it might mean we can't ..." Blush. "But I kinda ... just wanted to snuggle anyway, you know?"

And now that Reno's brain had caught up with the conversation, Rikku was being too damn cute to say no to.

"Oh? Uh. Snuggling is good." He liked to snuggle. He was getting good at it, he figured. Needed some work maybe, here and there, but he had a good teacher. "Go on, get his toys or whatever."

A pause for consideration.

"Nothin' that squeaks or jingles, zoto."

Ground rules were important.

"You bet," Rikku said cheerily, heading for the door. Probably best not to tell him that everything of his squeaked or jingled. She'd come back with an even brighter smile and he wouldn't be able to say no. Besides, look how cute Petey was chewing on things!

Right. He'd be watching Petey while she went on a supply run. That was okay, right? It had better be, 'cause she was gone. Bye!

Before Reno could say another word, Rikku was gone, and he was alone in his room with the cat.

Standing there. Looking down. At the cat.

...

"You better not piss on the floor or anything."

Petey yowled. And then wandered over to the door, and yowled again.

Hey, where'd she go?

"Oh, come on," Reno groaned, walking up to the cat and bending over to pick him up. "Cryin' and carryin' on at the door ain't gonna make her get back any faster, Dumbass."

Hey, he -- Oh! Hi!

Petey began licking one of Reno's fingers. Intently.

Renos tasted good.

Renos tasted like Reno, and, occasionally, of Rikku. This particular Reno wasn't going to be tasting like Rikku tonight, because there was a cat sharing the room.

Reno walked over to the bed and sat down on it, putting Petey on the bed beside him.

"My hand ain't for eating, Stupid." This didn't mean he was stopping the cat from licking his finger, really.

Petey sprawled on the bed, nipping at Reno's finger, and then marched a few steps away.

Where he promptly flopped down on his back and put his little paws up in the air.

Awwww. Look at his belly! Loooook at the belly. It needed to be rubbed.

... Yeah, actually. That fuzzy white kitten-belly kind of did need to be rubbed. Maybe the rubbing needed to go hand-in-hand with some taunting, because that was just the way Reno rolled.

"You're such a stupid kitty. Stupid retarded shoe-biter reject son-of-a-coeurl." Rubrubrub. "Dumbass. Who's a little dumbass? You are!"

Yay! Yay! Belly rubs! Cuban Pete wrapped himself around Reno's hand and chittered, happily. And licked it, right there, see, Renos still tasted good.

Oh! Oh! He should bite it! See? He totally got Reno's hand. Totally.

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