Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2008-04-27 10:23 am
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The Roof of the Dorms, Sunday Morning
In the quest to find someplace that was spacious enough for the gaggle of children that happened to be following Reno about, Reno had decided to hit the roof with his own spawn. It was big, there was a view, and at present, it promised to be at least a little quiet.
Reno had also insisted that he make a run for breakfast before heading up there, and had possibly gone a little overboard, returning with about every breakfast food under the sun, and possibly a good deal of food that wasn't breakfast-oriented, either.
There was no way that the kids were going to be able to eat it all. That didn't bother Reno any. Meant there was more food around for later. Food was an important commodity when there were kids about. He was certain of it.
Now if only the weird one would stop trying to teach the scrambled eggs to dance. They weren't that overdone.
[Posted for a couple in particular, but totally open for kids, posse members, frustrated parents- Reno really, really overdid it on the food.]
Reno had also insisted that he make a run for breakfast before heading up there, and had possibly gone a little overboard, returning with about every breakfast food under the sun, and possibly a good deal of food that wasn't breakfast-oriented, either.
There was no way that the kids were going to be able to eat it all. That didn't bother Reno any. Meant there was more food around for later. Food was an important commodity when there were kids about. He was certain of it.
Now if only the weird one would stop trying to teach the scrambled eggs to dance. They weren't that overdone.
[Posted for a couple in particular, but totally open for kids, posse members, frustrated parents- Reno really, really overdid it on the food.]

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He took a deep breath, and then he glanced at Rede.
"Some kids never had Mommy or Daddy," he stated. "Don't know why Fandom would pull 'em here just to send 'em back to all that." He frowned. "Wonder if I been doin' it wrong, even just by -- you know. Givin' him somethin' he won't never have again once he goes back there."
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"You couldn't just leave him to his own devices," he said flatly. "Maybe this taste will give him some happy memories, at the least."
"Do you think he could find you, where he is?"
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"I'm gonna be interrogatin' him before he goes, I think. Just in case there's something I can do that'll keep him from havin' to stay where he's at, and I just don't know about it yet."
Or just in case the same thing has happened here and there's a little Rede somewhere and I'd never know otherwise.
"As it stands, it's one kid against one of the biggest insane assholes my world ever had to deal with. And we thought this guy was gone. I got no clue how to help him, here."
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Until he was big enough to fight an insane asshole. Which might be never, and realizing that was probably the reason Romeo didn't finish his sentence.
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Because that was far too familiar, right there.
"I don't know, man." He was going to reach into his pocket and pull out the pack containing the few smokes that had survived the wrath of Cissney overnight, because right now seemed as good a time as any to be lighting one up. "Maybe I'm worried over nothin', and he'll be brought up good, and hell, some other me'll be takin' him on his first run to secure Sector Eight."
There was no Sector Eight left. But it was habit to equate that to the first mission of a Turk.
"Or maybe it's just nicer to think all that when I know the meantime is gonna be like hell for him."