Don't Step On The Flowers

Getting out and appreciating being back on Fandom? Reno wasn't up for getting out and appreciating being back on Fandom.

Reno was up for sitting in his room, really. Sitting was good. He'd gotten sleep and he'd handwavily done his morning training with Ghanima, and sitting by his window smoking seemed to be the order of the remainder of the day, at least until radio.

Sitting at the window, reminding himself why it was he always figured Turks don't date.

He was going to go through a few packs, today.

[Door's closed, and post is open, but with an "I leave for work in half an hour and then have Radio tonight so expect super, super slowplay" warning.]

( In Which The Posse Talks to Tifa, ) ( The Turks Suffer, ) ( The Rescue Party Arrives, ) ( Reno and Rikku Speak, ) ( Turks Prove To Be Difficult to Kill, ) ( And Cloud Continues To Be Emo. )

[Follows this post. Preplayed with the_merriest, fair_montague, dojima_hime, and sarcasm_guy, the first of whom rocks the coding, and the rest of whom rock no less, but with less HTML. Wee, tiny chunks of dialog once again lifted from Advent Children with a bit of tweaky goodness because we can to spare repetition... and confusion, which Square-Enix manages to excel at. NFB, NFI, and OOC is made of sparkles and lifestream and will be nommed upon accordingly.]

Once again, Reno woke up.

Yesterday had possibly been the best day of his life.

Reno had a scale for things like this. It had little numbers that he'd tack on to awesome moments. Knowing that his home world wasn't going to be crushed under a giant rock, for example, had earned a nine out of ten. Winning a battle with a monster on the field had usually scored about a five or a six.

But yesterday, he had been a hot lesbian. And he had done the sorts of things that hot lesbians did. And that had earned a score of over nine-thousand.

This morning, he was going to just wake up, and snuggle closer to Rikku, and grin. He was laying down on his hair, which made the rolling over awkward, sure, and for a moment he was uncertain as to if he'd changed back or not.

A quick excursion with his hand assured him that he was, in fact, male again, and the Fandom Weirdness had just decided to be kind and leave him a souvenir of his time spent as a girl. (Aside from the photos. And the videos. And the sweet, sweet memories.)

Yes. That was a squee as Reno hugged his own ponytail. Shut up. He'd missed it.

[For the girl, who was totally modded with permission woo!]

It had been one hell of a long day.

Which was why, by the time Reno finally managed to find his stupid alcove again, he was about ready to curl up on his bed and stop functioning entirely until tomorrow. Maybe wake up for Radio. Then collapse again. That sounded like a plan.

He picked up his phone, eyed it for a moment, and then typed in a text message.

Yo, Tseng. Still a damn Turk.

He shook his head, closed his phone, and dropped it on the floor, message unsent.

Reno wasn't sleeping tonight.

[Shamelessly linkdroppy. Shamelessly. Curtain closed, post open if you want.]

Reno had himself a ferret.

The ferret didn't have a name yet, but at least Reno knew what it was. That was a bonus, at least. So, while Reno busied himself on the internet looking up information on proper ferret care, he let the little ninja-weasel-goose run free around his room.

This went about as well as could be expected. While Reno was, in fact, uncovering some pretty useful information, he was rather distracted as well.

After all, it wasn't every day you got to see a member of the weasel family attempt to haul a nightstand over to its cage in an effort to add it to its nest.

It wasn't going anywhere, and so the nameless ferret moved on to the next item it could manage. It had only slightly better results with the sheets dangling off the edge of Reno's bed.

"You," Reno informed the ferret with a grin on his lips, "are one stupid little critter, aren't you?"

The ferret honked in joyful agreement and decided that it would rather try to wage war on Reno's foot, after all.

[Open if you want to stop by to visit the weasels Reno and the pet, but the door's closed to prevent any stealthy and ill-fated escapes down the hallway and then the stairwell. Thread with Romeo will be last chronologically, no matter what order people might happen to ping in. Yay ferret!]

( Reno's phone was ringing. )

Reno flipped his phone shut and stared at his laptop.

... Back to work, back to work.

[Open for tormenting Reno like an open thing that happens to be open, if you feel like doing so while his paperwork load has just doubled on him. Rude was played by sarcasm_guy, who rocks like a rocking thing that rocks.]

It had been A Day. A week. A whole weekend and Reno, who was still both puny and plastic, was in need of a drink.

He wasn't in a bad enough way that he was going to go to the bar. There were certain things that action figures shouldn't do in public. Sure, he could go to The Perk to give computer lessons and he could scar his friends for life, but the bar? Even if he was hurting for a drink and a smoke and a hell of a lot of escapism, he wasn't going to head to the bar. Besides, he had his own booze. It was simply a matter of getting into it. Easy as pie.

Or, it should have been, except the bottle toppled over as he was attempting to pry the cap off, and it took him with it. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, face down in spilled scotch, and his body was a good four inches away from his head.

Oh, good. Not only was he an action figure, but he was an action figure with a freaking faulty balljoint for a neck.

This would have been less problematic if his body wasn't more interested in saving the booze than it was in solving the fact that it was slightly decapitated at the moment.

"No, stupid, I'm over here."

It was going to continue being A Day.

[Open! And I swear, he'll be normal again tomorrow. I just had to. My own Reno action figure's head falls off on a regular basis. Pretty, yes. Lots of points of articulation? For sure. But clearly not made to do much looking around, poor thing.]