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Today? Today was Reno's birthday. He wasn't a teenager any more. She was going to tease him a lot about being oooooold.

When he woke up. Because they were celebrating in Fandom this weekend, since his home was kinda depressing (no offense) and her home had everybody in everybody else's business (downside of living in a commune of sorts) and neither would allow for a nice, relaxing weekend spent cuddling and not ever getting out of bed, ever.

Rikku was mostly asleep, and trying to convince herself to go back to all asleep. And wondering if Reno was up. She'd trade "back to sleep" for "morning gropey times" if he was. She was flexible like that.

(Reno modded with permission. THIS POST IS FOR: Reno, and anyone who might call Rikku or Reno frantically to panic about their AU sprog. Nice, relaxing weekend? Fandom laughs at this idea! Wait for ze OCD!)

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From:

bitchprince

"Oh, you're hardly an authority," Arthur shot back, "You couldn't grow a beard if your life depended on it."

From:

raspberryturk

"Damn good thing my life don't depend on it, huh?" Reno's laugh was now bordering on not so silent. "I got enough hair where it counts, and balls enough to stay alive when it matters, too."

From:

bitchprince

"So stop pretending like you know anything about facial hair."

Arthur. Seriously. Stop.

From:

raspberryturk

Reno was going to stop laughing any minute now.

Really.

"You really just call me to argue about your peach fuzz, man?"

From:

bitchprince

Arthur glared at the phone.

Yes, he had.

"Of course not," he said, evenly. "I was just checking to see if the weekend had struck you as well."

From:

raspberryturk

"Depends how 'struck' we're talkin, here," Reno mused, kicking his feet up onto the nightstand and flopping backward onto the bed. "Are we talkin' struck as in 'happy birthday, you old fuck,' or we talkin' struck as in Fandom's being Fandom again?"

He was now resisting the urge to look out the window to see if he could spot a stampede of robot unicorns, or something.

From:

bitchprince

There was a very long pause. Arthur had to secure some of his denial before he dropped some of it, after all. "It was prom last night," he said. Quickly. "You know what that means."

From:

raspberryturk

"You end up with four, like I did one year?"

... Look, Reno knew exactly what it meant. But nobody had come clamboring into bed with him this morning who didn't already belong there, and so he felt it was absolutely necessary to give Arthur a bit of a hard time about this.

"Because if you did, I'm gonna have to get video footage of you pullin' at your hair, man."

From:

bitchprince

"Oh dear god, no," Arthur said, with all the proper disgust that should be rewarded to that kind of thing. "Just the one."

... and another, but thankfully, he hadn't met little Morgana yet. Re-met. Whatever.

From:

raspberryturk

"Awww. I bet it's cute. That why you're all worried about your beard, pal?"

Reno could picture it now. Arthur. Some little kid being all obnoxious at him in the cutest way possible.

He sort of wanted to give the kid a crayon and get the little kingspawn to draw his daddy. Just to give Arthur more to be paranoid about.

From:

bitchprince

"I am not worried about my beard," Arthur retorted. Oh yes, he was. "I've simply been considering growing it out!" Which was why he was talking about it. A lot.

Perhaps the insecurities weren't really about the beard, and there was something psychological going on here.

Or maybe he really was just that much of a narcissist. Either way, Reno should feel glad he hadn't shared that image.

From:

raspberryturk

"Well, if you do start tryin' to cultivate some fuzz on your chin, you're gonna have to take pictures," so he could laugh, "so I can tell you how rugged you look, or whatever."

So he could laugh. Really.

From:

bitchprince

"Perhaps I will," Arthur said, testily. "How are things on your end?" The beardless end. The beardless end that couldn't even grow a beard if it wanted to.

From:

raspberryturk

"Clean shaven an' lookin' good while I'm at it," Reno laughed. "Swung by the island for the weekend, actually, partly to get outta Edge for a while, partly to laugh at all you kids through the weekend after Prom. Mostly to spend time with Rikku on neutral turf, yo."