Don't Step On The Flowers

Packing.

It was much faster a job than one would expect, given how much crap Reno had amassed since coming to Fandom. But he had managed to stuff everything that he had come to the island with into the same duffel he had brought initially, and most of his booze stash even managed to get crammed in there as well. This left a box with a model helicopter to be carried under one arm, and he was good to go.

Turks, after all, knew how to pack light.

Reno, who was thankfully far less blue than he had been last night, looked around room 501, smirking faintly. If there was one thing that could be said for the school office, it was that they worked decently quickly. Even if they couldn't spell to save their lives.

Room 429. A single. Tseng would be sated, anyhow, and it meant that Reno got a room all to himself, which wasn't half bad, either.

[Establishy-ish? I'm leaving for work in half an hour, but it's open if anyone wants to ask Reno what he's up to-- if you're okay with not being pinged back to until later on this evening.]

Having just sent a handwavey e-mail to Tseng that began with the words, "I swear I'm not freakin' drunk, but bear with me," Reno felt it was safe to finally poke through the e-mails that he'd been ignoring all weekend while typing up that stupid report.

He ran through the typical gamut of "junk, junk, spam, junk with spam filling, junk, Host Club invite, junk" before backtracking, clicking on the invite, and looking it over with his mouth agape before turning around and raising an eyebrow at his roomie.

"Tamaki?"

[[Intended for the roomie, who is modded into the room with his mun's permission, but open to anyone, provided you don't mind wonky availability because of Tamaki company.]]

Well, this was a room that Axel certainly wasn't familiar with. In fact, the whole place was really something new.

For a guy who could travel with a nod of his head and a swirl of darkness, that was really saying a lot.

Naturally, the first thing he did was dig through the nightstand nearest to him. Why not? Right. Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, some sort of business suit, cellphone, wallet- he pocketed those last two. Again, why not? And then he looked around the room some more.

When he finally had it memorized, he casually stretched his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed that he had woken up in. Not bad. Not bad.

[[Yo! Establishy, unless the roomie wants to WTF!]]