Room 308, Post-Radio, Very Late Sunday Night

[the_merriest]

Was it possible for people to be cruise-lagged? Rikku felt kinda cruise-lagged. Same time zone, but she was tan and tired and her thoughts swirled around and around and around. Worrying about Romeo and Dojima. Wondering about herself and Reno. Hoping Yunie was doing okay. Thinking about graduation, and afterwards. Fandom, Gaia, Spira. Wishing she

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[raspberryturk]

Reno was sore.

In... so many ways, today. Sunburns and fresh ink aside. He was sore from arguments, and his throat was raw because he'd bought himself a bottle of something hard after getting his tattoo and then hollered himself hoarse over the phone at Rude. There was a bit of an ache in his head, and his chest, and Reno was sore.

He'd made his way up to the third floor, and he was going to make his way up to the fourth as well. Find his way to his room and crawl into his bed and maybe never come out again. But he took a detour. It had him standing outside the door to 308 for a good ten minutes before, rather than knocking, he just kind of lolled his head forward and made contact against it with a nice, solid 'thump.'

One more sore spot.

[the_merriest]

And this? This was a Rikku, glancing up at the door with a frown.

"Hello?" she called. "I mean, come in."

Unless someone had just thumped the door on their way past. That'd suck.

[raspberryturk]

Oh, hey. An invite. Reno nodded a little before realizing that, no, nobody was going to see the gesture. And then he straightened up and took a breath, attempting to look more or less presentable before opening the door and peering inside.

"You, uh. Weren't sleepin' or anything, were you?"

So much for presentable. His voice had a rasp to it and he looked like he'd spent the night rolling around in a briar patch.

[the_merriest]

"Nope," Rikku said, holding out her hand for his. "Wouldn't matter if I had been, but I wasn't. Rough day?"

The radio said he and Romeo had fought. That had to be tearing him up.