Outside Room 429, Late Tuesday Night (After Radio)

[the_merriest]

Rikku was sitting cross-legged in the hallway outside room 429, waiting for Reno to get back from his radio broadcast. Feeling unsettled and nervous and jumpy.

Which was why she'd brought her insane and very dim kitten along. Probably a bad idea, since he didn't seem to think this "let's sit in the hallway and fidget" plan was nearly as much fun as attacking Reno's door.

(for the occupant, whose room was modded with permission)

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[the_merriest]

"Deadpool doesn't get the flu," she said, shaking her head. "It's that healing thing. And if people were just home sick, there'd be roommates calling in for them. O-or something. Right?"

She folded her arms. "I don't know why I came here, even, I just ... wanted to talk to you."

If Reno was paying attention, he might notice the slight shift of the mattress to accomodate four little paws wandering along the bed. If not, he might not even realize Petey was up there with them until he felt the light tug on the end of his ponytail.

[raspberryturk]

"Talkin's good. Doesn't even have to be about- hey."

Reno was making a face, here. It was a sort of "wtf" crossed with an "omfg" with a liberal dose of "o rly" tossed in for good measure.

"Your cat's eatin' my hair," he noted.

[the_merriest]

"Petey," Rikku said again, breaking out in a grin and scooping up the (seriously, very) dim kitty.

She sprawled back onto Reno's bed, holding Petey up in the air over her face. He didn't seem to mind; he just pressed his paws onto her face and wriggled.

"Stop eating things," she said in a mock-serious tone. "You're not allowed to eat things any more. Nope. Not ever again. No food for you."

This was punctuated with bouncing him for emphasis. He seemed terribly upset about the ordeal.

[raspberryturk]

"Until the next time he sticks out his tongue at you, right?" Reno smirked and turned around to get a better look at the cute girl and her retarded cat.

He wasn't melting a little inside. Shut up.

[the_merriest]

"He's sticking his tongue out now," she noted. "Just a weeeeeeeee little bit. And be nice to the girl who saved you from his devious attacks. He was going to eat your face in a minute. Hair's just how he starts."

[raspberryturk]

"See how terrified I am," he replied, almost in a dry tone, except the grin and the stuck-out tongue was seriously impeding the sentiment, there. "I don't think my face could take it, yo."

Rikku was totally his hero. Totally.

[the_merriest]

"You heard him, Petey," Rikku said, eyeing the kitty. Who was wondering why the bouncing had stopped. "He doubted your powers. You know what this means." She set Petey down. "Attack!"

This was, of course, Petey's cue to scamper off the bed and out of sight.

"He meant to do that," she said airily.

[raspberryturk]

"So that out of the darkness, without any warnin' at all, he can strike without mercy," Reno agreed. "He's a little orange retard-ninja, zoto."

[the_merriest]

"Totally is," she said, tugging lightly on his jacket to pull him down next to her. "Nefarious. Evil. Always plotting something. It usually involves shiny objects."

[raspberryturk]

"Things that roll or dangle," he added. "And anything that'll fit in his mouth." Laying down next to her was good. Excellent placement for draping one arm over her, like so.

[the_merriest]

"I think he's kinda slow," she giggled. "Which is funny to say 'cause he's so fast. Hyper little thing."

He wasn't listening, was he? Good, because neither was she. She was just leaning in a little closer.

[raspberryturk]

"Fast things can be slow now an' then," Reno decided. Which was... an interesting choice of words for the fastest Turk to be using. Of course, it was entirely possible that he wasn't referring to mental prowess, here, as the kiss that he gave to Rikku, there, wasn't fast by any stretch of the imagination.

[the_merriest]

Her lips were moving under his, and her arms pulling him closer, and the knot in her stomach was slowly untwisting itself. Here, warm, safe. She nuzzled in, her tongue playing lightly against his.

It would have been a perfect slow lingering sort of kiss, if not for the orange ninja suddenly jumping onto Reno's head and pawing frantically at his goggles.

[raspberryturk]

If it was possible to deadpan into a kiss, Reno would be doing so. Right along with gritting his teeth, if not for the fact that he wasn't keen on severing Rikku's tongue right there.

"There's a retard-ninja on my head," he so very calmly informed Rikku. Because perhaps she would be interested in knowing.

[the_merriest]

She was, in fact, aware of it. And far too accustomed to the kitty ninja waking her up in a similar fashion. Hence the facepalming. "Maybe we should ... go, yoto?"

Petey was now attempting to chew on the goggles. Interspersed with some licks. Hey! Lots of hair! He should groom it. Hi! Hi! Hi!

[raspberryturk]

"He's messing with the hair," Reno said. Still very calm. Still very patient. "He realizes that this means war, I hope."

[the_merriest]

"Of course he doesn't," she said, sitting up and attempting to pry Cuban Pete off Reno's head. "He's not that bright."

Petey did not want to come off Reno's head. Hence the mrowling and the velcro-cat effect and please let him be sticking those claws in the goggles and not Reno's head? Was that so much to ask?

"We, uh, we're gonna go now," she said.

[raspberryturk]

It was, indeed, too much to ask.

"He's stuck."

Very. Very. Very. Calm. Very.

"To my scalp, zoto."

Never more calm in his life, really.

Kalm had less calm than Reno.

Reno would not be more calm if he was dead.

Very. Calm. With claws in his head.

[the_merriest]

"Okay, okay, just a second," Rikku said, trying to sound calm. And failing. And trying to tug lightly on his paws and ... wait. Better idea.

She let go and set him back down on Reno's head. Petey - a little sick of being messed with, thank you very much - mrowled grumpily and scampered off to the floor, for the very important task of flopping down and giving himself a bath.

"Yeah. I think the mood is dead," she announced, standing up. "C'mere, Petey, we're going home now."

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to sit up now before another retard-ninja incident could occur. And run his hand through his hair, and try not to make a face at the cat spit that dampened his fingers.

Reno loved cats. Maybe he'd even believe that if he told himself that enough.

"Maybe I'll catch you tomorrow or whatever," Reno offered. The 'without the cat' subtext didn't have to be said aloud, did it?

[the_merriest]

No. No, it didn't.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm around, you know. Doing ... whatever." She nodded. "It's good."

Petey, safely snuggled in Rikku's arms, mrowled happily at Reno. You could pretend it was an apology, but really, that would require him being smart enough to know he'd done something wrong.

[raspberryturk]

Reno stuck out his tongue at Petey.

It had to be done.

"I'll see you both around, then," he decided. "Maybe grab you tomorrow for something or whatever after I'm done doing my report up for the week, yoto."

[the_merriest]

"Sounds good," she grinned. "You know where to find me, zoto."

Petey happily stuck his tongue right back out. He liked Renos. They tasted good!