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Costa del Sol, Gaia, Saturday Afternoon
Feb. 27th, 2010 08:22 pm
Sunny skies overhead, warm beaches underfoot. The roar of the ocean and the smell of salt in the air.
No, Rikku wasn't in the Bahamas. She was in a resort town called Costa del Sol, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, checking in to a swanky hotel.
It didn't seem like enough clothes for a week, but swimsuits packed light and it wasn't like she was going to be dressed the whole time.
"Did Reno check in yet?" she asked the desk clerk. She didn't really expect him, yet. She was early.
So she was excited. Sue her. They were celebrating a two-years-plus-a-little-because-they-had-had-scheduling-issues anniversary. She was allowed to be excited.
(for the turk, zoto!)
No, Rikku wasn't in the Bahamas. She was in a resort town called Costa del Sol, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, checking in to a swanky hotel.
It didn't seem like enough clothes for a week, but swimsuits packed light and it wasn't like she was going to be dressed the whole time.
"Did Reno check in yet?" she asked the desk clerk. She didn't really expect him, yet. She was early.
So she was excited. Sue her. They were celebrating a two-years-plus-a-little-because-they-had-had-scheduling-issues anniversary. She was allowed to be excited.
(for the turk, zoto!)
