dojima_hime | 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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Dōjima looked over at him, and calmly, carefully, picked up the thesaurus on her desk, looking at it idly before chucking it right at his head. Hard.

"No, Red, you aren't," she replied, dusting off her hands. "You look like something a Witch dragged in. Maybe we need to start with small words, like the definition of 'fixed', or 'time', because I don't think you've managed either one yet, and that was what I lent you the tape for."

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The last thing that Reno really expected was to have books thrown at him.

So when it clocked him a good one in the forehead, bumping his goggles askew and leaving a solid red welt above his eye, all he could really manage to do was stare at her stupidly.

"Ow?"

The rest would sink in, there. Give it a moment.

"You just threw a book at my head."

No, really. A moment more.

...

"They caught me on radio, didn't they?"

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"Your boss forget to teach you how to duck?" she asked, walking over to reach up to poke at the welt. "Yes, Reno, the squirrels see everything. You're a radio host, you should know that."

Sighing, she gave him a shove towards the bed, kicking the door part-way shut as she resumed her cleaning. "Oh, sit down, and quit looking at me like a wounded puppy. What the hell were you thinking, genius?"

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Reno took a seat on the bed that he'd been shoved toward, and he frowned and shook his head.

"At first, I was thinkin' that I'd just go and see her. Maybe that was enough time, I dunno, zoto." He shrugged. "And then I couldn't go in. So I stood outside. Wasn't gonna bother her. Huntin' her down at work or whatever was a stupid idea. I have those."

He shrugged again.

"And then she saw me anyhow. Did you really have to throw a book at me?" He put a hand to his forehead, tenderly, and then checked his fingers. Okay. Not bleeding. But damn.

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"No, but it made me feel better," Dōjima replied, taking a seat next to him. "What happened? Radio didn't say anything beyond that she invited you in, but you don't look like you had a good night."

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"We talked." He shrugged, gave a shake of his head. It was all good. Really. "Talking's good. We did the talking thing. She said things, I answered things, I probably should'a just left, but my head was gonna explode if I didn't tell her something, yo."

He picked a twig off of his shoulder and eyed it for a moment.

"And the leaves an' shit are from venting. Kicked the ever-lovin' shit outta my laptop out in the preserve, is all." He grinned faintly. "It was laughin' at me."

Nobody ever said that Reno was entirely sane.

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"Of course it was." Yurika pinched the bridge of her nose to keep from laughing. It wasn't funny. It wasn't.

Oh hell, yes it was.

"Anyone ever tell you that you're insane, yo?"

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He stuck out his tongue out and grinned. It was a habit, dammit.

"Not as often as maybe they should," he admitted. "You want your duct tape back or not?"

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"Can I throw it at you?" she asked rethorically. "Kidding." Mostly.

"You feel any better? Say what you needed to?"

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"Some," he replied with a shrug. "I'll try again. Maybe not right away, but that was a note I kinda can't just leave it sittin' on. She can have time, now. At least she knows I'm not just throwin' in the towel."

He handed back the tape and then braced himself to have it bounced off of his head.

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"Next time you get another brilliant idea like that, stop a random girl, ask her if it's a good plan, and see what happens. If you get slapped, don't try it, okay?"

Taking the tape, she eyed it for a moment before gently bopping him on the nose with it and then placing it well out of throwing range. "Or you can just call me. For the record, 'time' is usually classified as 'more than a day', at least in girl-speak. She works at the weapon-store, right? You're lucky you aren't missing a limb."

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"Was more than a day," Reno said, shrugging again. "Was four. Five? I dunno. More than one. What day is it?"

It had been a long week, okay?

He put his hand to his forehead again.

"I got drunk last night, taped my laptop to a tree, and interrogated it, yo. I'm freakin' losin' my head, I think."

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"Today is Saturday, Red," she said quietly.

This was...Dōjima sighed and leaned. Slightly. Reno was right there, and his shoulder was at the perfect height to be a good head-prop. All this thinking made her head hurt.

"I think I'm going to have to start quality checking your stash, if it's making you do strange crap like that. That's not - " healthy " - safe, Red. You coulda bonked yourself with that stick of yours."

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"Naaah," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "Thing's like an extension of my own arm. And besides, I got lightning resistance in my armor in case I'm a drunken dumbass and zap myself, yo."

Lightning eater. Awesome, awesome shit.

"Was venting, more than anything else. Boss docked me four days pay for mouthin' him off in a language he can't read, yo. Damn laptop's toast, I ain't had my mag-rod in my hand since that crap with the angels, and that particular tree an' I go way back, yo."

For a moment, he entertained the thought that any second now, Deadpool would set out to hunt his ass down for hurting Rikku, and that would be the end of this whole stupid mess. No Reno, no mess.

But that would be too easy.

"Wasn't anything the matter with the booze. I was just bein' stupid."

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"I'd offer to teach you Japanese, we've got awesome insults, but I don't want you getting docked again," she teased. "Besides, I shouldn't encourage the stupid, even if it is entertaining. I still can't believe you beat the laptop, after all the time you spent trying to put it back together. Bit counterproductive there, genius."

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"As it turns out, duct tape don't fix everything," he replied, giving a shrug of his shoulder. "Totally destroyin' the damn thing kinda felt better. I was only really holdin' onto it for stupid sentimental reasons anyhow."

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"Maybe you just aren't using it right," she countered. "And don't discount 'stupid sentimental' reasons! I still have my first teddy bear, you know. Just because I don't sleep with it anymore, doesn't mean I can just throw it out."

"Although if you tell anyone that, I will hunt you down and kill you. Painfully."

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"If they'd let me, I'd spend my nights curled up with my EMR here, zoto. There, now we're even with our sentimental confession crap." He stuck out his tongue. This talking thing wasn't half bad. "My lips are sealed if yours are, yo."

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"Spend your nights with your big stick...so many dirty jokes there, Red, and not enough time in all the world." Yurika was perfectly happy to talk about all the normal, stupid crap she could think of, if it would keep him from brooding. "Maybe I should get you a bear, as a substitute for your toy. But yeah, it's a deal."

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"Eh, don't worry about gettin' me a bear, yo. Stuffed animals are more a--" Rikku. "--last-weekend kinda thing anyhow."

Reno went quiet for a moment while he wrestled his expression into something more neutral.

"Haven't called my buddy Rude since I was five. Boss gave him so much shit for not lettin' him know that I had me a girl, yo. Rude doesn't need that kinda crap."

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"I don't understand why he cares who or what you do in your downtime, but whatever. I'm just going to smile and nod," she said.

"At least you were a cute five, I hope Rude was at least a little amused. I mean, I'd be amused if people I knew were suddenly tiny." Yurika shrugged slightly. "You might wanna give him a call, just to let him know you aren't tiny anymore. You don't have to tell him about everything else, if you don't want to."

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"Last one of us who started seein' a girl ended up findin' out that she only started goin' out with him to get dirt on the company and then kill him."

Poor Rude.

"But yeah, you're right. I should at least tell him I'm thankful he at least tried to save my ass."

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"Do I need to call and flirt shamelessly with him? I'll do it." Dōjima grinned and winked up at Reno. "We all know I have no shame, may as well subject your partner to it as well, if it will smooth your way."

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Reno had to laugh at that.

It was good to laugh. He hadn't had a good chuckle since he was five.

"You know, I bet Rude'd love that," Reno smirked. "Which is exactly why I'm cuttin' both of you off here and now before you even get introduced, zoto."

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That earned him one of her very best sulks. "Aw, you're going to ruin all my fun, Red. A girl should get to know her drinking buddy's partner, it's practically a law of nature."