Fifth Floor Common Room, Early Sunday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

After ascertaining his roomie was a total freak, Reno had decided that he had to get out of his room for a bit, stretch his legs, and get himself something to eat.

So there he was in the fifth-floor common room, a bowl of nuked noodles in his hand. The only thing that could have completed the meal would have been some sort of booze, but he'd take what he could get. Maybe he'd stop by that place with the zombies that didn't card, later.

For now, he was going to just pace about anxiously. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something up, and Turk instinct had him paranoid that he might have been followed, for whatever reason.

[[Open, as common rooms are!]]

Comments

[the_merriest]

"Some people are friendly," she said airily. "Unlike people who get all grumpy at other people who are just trying to say hello or offer help or, you know, make sure someone didn't get hurt falling right on his butt."

[raspberryturk]

"His eyes were all... big. And glittery, and shit. It was embarrassing just lookin' at it, yo." Reno? Sincerely disturbed. "He went to sleep last night after a bit of a freakout, curled in a quiverin' little ball. I'd like to think I don't have that effect on everyone, but after you took off the other day, I'm startin' to wonder, yo."

[the_merriest]

Rikku waved that off. "Bad day," she said. "Must be newbies or whatever. I'm not usually like that, honest. Wasn't you."

[raspberryturk]

"Oh. Good."

Because he was so horribly concerned, of course.

"So. How've you been?" Conversation was good. She was nuts, but she was cute, after all.

[the_merriest]

"I'm doing awesome," she said. "Plus I don't have a scary roommate who may or may not be hitting on me. So that's something."

[raspberryturk]

"I'm not afraid of him. I could probably kick his ass halfway to Kalm if I had to, yoto."

And probably would, if his roomie turned out to be hitting on him.

[the_merriest]

"Is this one of those macho things?" she asked, eyes dancing. "I mean, you'd think you'd be flattered."

[raspberryturk]

"Not. Interested. Yo."

There was a sort of edge in Reno's voice, here. He'd had enough talk of glitter and boykissy already. Last thing he wanted was the notion that his roomie was going to stalk him around the campus, or something insane like that.

[the_merriest]

"I didn't say you had to be interested," she said, rolling her eyes. "I said you should be flattered and let it go. Someone's a little on the defensive side, yoto."

[raspberryturk]

"I'm not defensive," Reno said defensively. "Just clarifying. I'm not interested. Last thing I need is a little flattery encouraging him or something, yo. You have to meet this guy to be able to understand how stupid it would be to encourage him."

[the_merriest]

Rikku laughed. "I'll remember that. I don't think being civil would count as encouraging him, you know. Or would that destroy the 'grrr, I'm a grumpyface' aura thing you've got going?"

[raspberryturk]

"I'm not about to start giggling and bouncing, if that's what you're suggestin' I do, yo." He crossed his arms. It was quite the feat, with that half-eaten bowl of noodles in one hand. "Not my style."

He was all about style. Even if his style mostly involved 'sloppy and uncaring.'

[the_merriest]

"I can't picture you bouncing," she laughed. "You ever get really, really hopped up on sugar or anything? 'Cause I'd wanna see that."

[raspberryturk]

"No. I get drunk."

It was close enough, right?

[the_merriest]

"I try not to," Rikku said. "The bad everything-sucks-so-I'm-gonna-just-get-hammered drinking, I mean. The other kind is fine, but last time I got arrested. Getting arrested here is so funny."

[raspberryturk]

Reno had to smirk at that.

"Made it a bit of a goal to get myself arrested here, at least once, yo. I can get away with murder where I'm from, yo." He gave a bit of a nonchalant shrug. "Haven't been arrested in a while."

Being above the law ever since he joined the Turks helped with that.

[the_merriest]

"It's hilarious," she said. "They smear ink on your fingers and take pictures and then put you in a little room with bars on it and they all look at you really sternly like you should be ashamed of yourself. That was off-island. Here they just made me sleep in one of those cells and then call a Responsible Adult in the morning. Well, semi-responsible. I mean, they let me call Deadpool."

[raspberryturk]

"Sounds like quite the experience, yo." He'd certainly have to test this out, himself. "What the hell's a Deadpool?"

[the_merriest]

"Deadpool's my mentor," she beamed. "One of the teachers here. The best ever. He got me an ice-cream pony once. And a gun. Separately. The bakery people wouldn't do the frosting gun, 'cause they're lame."

[raspberryturk]

Reno rolled his eyes and smirked a little.

"Go figure. Protectin' the youth with politically correct crap? What a waste, yoto."

[the_merriest]

"I know, like I could hurt anyone with a frosting gun." She stuck her tongue out. "Lame. But I have a real Glock now, since I didn't get a frosting one. There's some major irony in there if you look for it."

[raspberryturk]

"Kinda in-your-face irony, really, yo. 'Little did the morons at the bakery know, their reluctance to draw a gun led to the eventual fall of the human race.'"

He stuck his tongue out right back.

[the_merriest]

"Or, at least, to a crazy Al Bhed girl getting herself a gun. Which I guess is the same thing, right?"

She stuck her tongue out again, and this time, crossed her eyes.

[raspberryturk]

"Close enough," Reno decided, his tongue still sticking out of his mouth, in an entirely less silly, perhaps more attractive sort of way. "Be kinda interestin', I think, seein' someone as bouncy as you with something like that, zoto."

Not saying that it was bad of course. Just saying that he'd probably pay to witness it.

[the_merriest]

Rikku grinned. "You sayin' you don't think I can handle a weapon, zoto?"

Hey, she might be getting the hang of this nonsense-word-thing.