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Room 503, Saturday Mid-Afternoon

Dōjima had listened to radio once she got up (late) this morning.

Dōjima was currently suppressing the desire to bang her head against the wall.

Red was an idiot. Clearly, confronting her at work was giving Rikku 'time'. Maybe she'd go throw a dictionary at his head later. That might be amusing.

Firing off a quick text message to Rikku, she tossed her phone on the nightstand and walked over to crack the window open just a bit, letting in some fresh air as she set about doing some spring cleaning. Going through her clothes and getting rid of last seasons' stuff might be a fun distraction, since it meant she could go shopping later.

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"We're in the asscrack of nowhere right now, if you think about it." Yurika grabbed one of the many leaves he had shed and flicked it into the air. "We're in America, in one of their backwards little states. Hardly the cradle of civilization. But yeah, you're a special, shiny kind a stupid, Red. You're lucky you're just so damn entertaining."

"So, you gonna tell me why the laptop was asking for it, or am I going to have to guess? You seemed pretty determined to fix the thing, earlier."

Reno opened his mouth to answer.

He then shut it again. Gave a shrug of his shoulders, and wrestled to keep the faintest bit of a grin on his lips.

"I could tell you, yoto. But now you got me curious what kinda guesses you might actually have."

Fine. She had given him an actual chance to talk, but if he wanted to be all...stupid-boy-macho and ignore it, that was his choice.

"It made fun of your hair?" Hey, it was possible.

"Everyone around here makes fun of my hair, yo. I ain't killed anything else for it yet."

Reno kind of hated how the operative word in that sentence was 'yet.'

"No, that's not it. Try again? Or do I gotta start givin' hints?"

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"It misused the word 'yoto', and had to be put out of its misery?" Dōjima shrugged. "Or was it those suggestive images of Rude it kept flashing at you?"

"Aw, damn, nailed it on the third guess," he snapped a finger and clicked his tongue. "Last thing I ever wanted to see was--"

No. Screw that. He was being stupid.

"It just felt like it wasn't ever gonna get fixed."

"So you kicked the crap out of it?" Dōjima gave him a look that clearly stated she thought all men were insane. "I hear they have nice punching bags down at the gym, for that sort of thing."

"Felt better to take it out on somethin' that actually meant somethin', yo. And it had to be out there. Chose the tree real careful and everything."

Said tree still had dark spots on the trunk where his head had hit it a few times a while back.

"Was the next best thing to beatin' my head against a wall, I guess."

"I'd rather you kill the laptop than dent the wall with that hard head of yours."

"Do me a favor? Next time, call one of us when you're done, just so we can haul your drunk ass back to bed?" Dōjima tossed another leaf at him. "The idea of you sleeping out in the preserve with those angels kinda creeps me out, okay?"

He watched the leaf as it fluttered downward to rest on the bed beside him.

And then he glanced up at Dōjima, looking almost confused for a moment before he nodded. Right. Angels. Which had been the last thing on his mind when he had gone out there to find that tree, but it was maybe a valid concern for a friend to have. And not sleeping on the ground was a good plan, too, and having people around here who gave a crap about any of it was... Pretty damn awesome.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can do that, yo." Pause. "Thanks."

Dōjima gave a half-shrug and smiled slightly. "Yeah, well, knowing those things are out there still gives me nightmares, and you out alone..." she trailed off a bit before shrugging again and giving a bit brighter of a grin. "But yeah, welcome. Anytime. Besides, I'll bring popcorn next time, and provide witty commentary while you rip stuff up. It'll be fun."

"I might have to break things more often, if there's gonna be popcorn and commentary involved," he replied, then dusted another leaf off of his lap and smirked. "I'm makin' a mess, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are," she agreed, resisting the urge to pick another bit of monitor out of his hair. "Boys. Always breaking stuff and making messes. I think it's a requirement of the gender."

"Wait, who said you get any of the popcorn? Maybe I'm gonna keep it all to myself."

"Easy," he replied, sticking out his tongue again. "If I'm the one drinkin' and breakin' shit, then you're gonna have to share the popcorn to convince me to share my booze, yoto."

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