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The cuddle pile was once again in configuration 2.0 - Dōjima, Reno, Rikku, Romeo - as Dōjima and Romeo were still not quite back to cuddling terms.
Rikku nuzzled carefully against one of the warm bodies curled next to her, trying to wish away her pounding hangover, and then flinched as a stray arm brushed her hip. Ow. Bruised. ... Bruised?
She squinted to take in the brand-new bandage on the back of her hip. Oh. Oh.
"Oh, nooooo," she groaned, burrowing deeper into her pillow. "We didn't."
As the other three had bandages of their own, it was fair enough to say that they quite possibly did.
(for the other occupants, and great SP justice! mod was with permission, all rights reserved, BYOB.)
Rikku nuzzled carefully against one of the warm bodies curled next to her, trying to wish away her pounding hangover, and then flinched as a stray arm brushed her hip. Ow. Bruised. ... Bruised?
She squinted to take in the brand-new bandage on the back of her hip. Oh. Oh.
"Oh, nooooo," she groaned, burrowing deeper into her pillow. "We didn't."
As the other three had bandages of their own, it was fair enough to say that they quite possibly did.
(for the other occupants, and great SP justice! mod was with permission, all rights reserved, BYOB.)
