Reno's feet? Propped up on the living room table. Reno's hands? Clasped behind his head. Reno's attention?
Firmly on the door when Rikku opened it, regardless of those other outward signs of ambivalence. There weren't many people who had the keys to the door, after all, and there were even fewer that he was expecting to see come home any day now.
Give him a few more moments, and he'd relocate the small menagerie of housepets that were sharing real-estate on his chest, trying to sleep. You know. Once the burglar with keys opened the door and he was absolutely certain that it was Rikku at the door and that he didn't have to beat up the landlord or something.
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Firmly on the door when Rikku opened it, regardless of those other outward signs of ambivalence. There weren't many people who had the keys to the door, after all, and there were even fewer that he was expecting to see come home any day now.
Give him a few more moments, and he'd relocate the small menagerie of housepets that were sharing real-estate on his chest, trying to sleep. You know. Once the burglar with keys opened the door and he was absolutely certain that it was Rikku at the door and that he didn't have to beat up the landlord or something.