Monday Morning, A Little Before Dawn, Phone Call To The Island

[the_merriest]

On Thursday, Rikku had left Reno a chirpy, conversational sort of voicemail. He should call her back whenever he wasn't busy, byeeee!

By Saturday, the message was different. It said that he should call her back ASAP, even if he was busy, because otherwise she was going to worry that something big was up

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[raspberryturk]

And there was Reno, face-down on his bed. He hadn't had a chance to check his voicemail yet, he hadn't bothered fixing the busted lock on his door (who the hell had done that, anyhow?) and he was... patting down his pockets for his phone.

No, he hadn't bothered changing before falling over, either. His apartment door was probably still wide-open, too. He hadn't paid much attention to those details.

"Nngh?"

It was like 'yo' before wake-up time.

[the_merriest]

"Oh, good, you're there," Rikku said, exhaling in a massive rush of relief. "Was your phone busted? If you just didn't answer your phone for a few days I'm gonna be pissed. Except that'd mean you're okay and I'd settle for being pissed if you're okay. Are you?"

[raspberryturk]

"Nah, phone's fine," Reno mumbled, rolling over and squinting at the clock. Huh. Sleeping in today, it looked like. Fuck it. He'd be up for class. "Just wasn't in a place with reception, yo."

Or something like that.

"... Tired?"

That was his answer to her 'are you okay' question, yes.

[the_merriest]

"Sorry I woke you?" she squeaked, bouncing on her toes. "Were you back home, doing missions? You didn't say, so I kinda freaked."