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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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.

Oh, yes. Reno's hand was quivering in abject terror.

Oh, nono, wait. It was laughter. And it was accentuated by giving the cat a playful sort of shake. One-handed wrestling with the retarded thing that was trying to eat his hand.

"See, joke's on you, pal. Because you think you won this round, makin' me miss out on a night rippin' the clothes off of Rikku and doin' it in nasty ways you could never dream up? But I got one up on you." Pause. Smirk. "Two up on you. Who's got no nuts? Petey's got no nuts!" Shaaaking the kitty.

Petey was, luckily, far too stupid to know he was missing his manhood. This was really a good thing all the way around; the last thing the cat species needed was more stupidity in it.

Petey was also sure that he and Reno were bestest friends now, because they were fighting! Grrrr! And his back legs were kicking and he was chewing and he was mrolwwolwororing happily away. Best friends! Yay!

If there was just one thing that living in Fandom for a couple of months had taught Reno, it was that nothing was official until there was a song-and-dance number to finalize it.

And that was why, rather than letting the back claws of his girlfriend's cat continue to shred his arm to bits, Reno was going to stand Cuban Pete up by putting his hands under Petey's front legs.

And then he was going to bounce the now-standing-up cat to the beat of a badly composed song that he was coming up with very on-the-fly.

"I'm Cuban Pete,
I'm not too tall,
and to top it off,
I got no balls."

Bounce. Bounce. Bouncey dance thing. Reno was very absorbed in tormenting the cat. He wouldn't have noticed his door opening if, say, his girlfriend were to come back or anything.

"I'm Cuban Pete,
I'm such a putz,
And worst of all,
I got no nuts!"

Petey was enjoying the song. You could tell by the way he was chewing on Reno's hand.

Rikku was enjoying the song, too. You could tell by the applause.

...

"Aw, fuck."

Reno wasn't going to turn around to face his audience. He was just going to sit on the edge of the bed and turn progressive shades of red as he let go of Pete's legs and gave him a (very gentle) shove.

"That's right, you dumbass cat. That'll show you, zoto."

"Who's a good kitty?" Rikku grinned, shutting the door behind her. "Check it out, I brought a litter box, and food-food, and oh! Toys!"

The three or four furry objects she dropped on the floor might have made Reno wonder about that "no squeaky, no jingling" clause they had going.

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