Reno cracked open one eye. And then he cracked open the other. And then he shot into a sitting position with a bit of a yelp, looking around his room in a cold sweat. ... Oh. Okay. Okay, he wasn't dead...weird," he mumbled to himself. Mako Dumbass the First agreed with a hearty sort of honk while he gnawed on Reno's fingers. [Open if anyone wants to say hi. I just felt like being all posty.]

Still in his brother's room, still attempting to make heads-or-tails of the purple prose mess that was his twin brother's diary, Rone was starting to suspect that Reno was not just a romantic, he was a...had the heart to give to his lady love, "just get to the part about where the money's at." This was going to be a while, wasn't it? [Open! Some more. Still open! Open-ish! With someone in mind~]

Rone, the twin of the ill-fated and rather dim, rather wealthy, and stunningly attractive Reno, had spent Saturday in his newly acquired room, rifling through all of his ill-gotten gains. The body of his...himself a nice, long, melodramatic laugh, naturally. [Door is closed, but the post is open, if you'd like to pop in. I'm headed to bed right away, but I'll be around to catch pings in the morning!]

Reno did not want to get out of bed today. This was odd, for Reno. The mornings were normally a source of excitement for him, a time to reflect upon the beautiful happenings of the day before, and to...moment. "Goodbye, brother." And then the scene cut to black. [HOORAY SOW. This is just establishy, naturally, as Reno's evil twin probably doesn't want to be interrupted while he's hiding the body.]

Once again, Reno woke up. Yesterday had possibly been the best day of his life. Reno had a scale for things like this. It had little numbers that he'd tack on to awesome moments. Knowing that his home...photos. And the videos. And the sweet, sweet memories.) Yes. That was a squee as Reno hugged his own ponytail. Shut up. He'd missed it. [For the girl, who was totally modded with permission woo!]

Thursday morning, as he was prone to do every morning, Reno woke up. Reno was not expecting the breasts, of course. They were new. Reno had never in his life woken up with a pair of breasts underneath...Fandom, he'd be unable to ogle himself in the mirror by tomorrow again, anyhow. Now, if only his freaking shirts would just fit properly. [WOOO GENDER SWAPPING. Open like an open-like thing.]

"No. No no no no no no no no NO. " Reno had all of his pants laid out on his bed. Reno's pants were not pants today. They were... hideous. Hideous something. Reno was not amused. "If this has anything...OFF IN A FIT at any point during the day to run free in his underpants. As you do. [Just making the most of the crack before work. Open, if you don't mind slowplay to a massive, massive degree.]

After a day of wandering lost in the pea soup that was the fog out there (and Reno had thought he'd seen some pretty thick smog back when he was living in Midgar), he'd finally, finally found his way...muse over the fireworks that he'd made in class earlier that day. Eventually, he'd set them off. He hoped they were as flashy as he'd heard fireworks were supposed to be. [Open Alcove is Open~]

It had been one hell of a long day . Which was why, by the time Reno finally managed to find his stupid alcove again, he was about ready to curl up on his bed and stop functioning entirely until... He shook his head, closed his phone, and dropped it on the floor, message unsent. Reno wasn't sleeping tonight. [Shamelessly linkdroppy. Shamelessly. Curtain closed, post open if you want.]

So. Reno had managed to dodge the horse (really, where had that come from?) and he was weaving his way back toward the dorms somewhat drunkenly. Because... how else was he supposed to weave his way back...on all day? Honestly. It was with a ferret under one arm and a bottle of faucet-rum in the other hand that he finally came to the miraculous conclusion ... that he was lost. [For one, please!]