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MHA #1, Saturday Morning Bright and Early
Jun. 12th, 2010 05:03 pm
Rikku was nineteen years old today! Actually, she was nineteen years yesterday, but she was nineteen today, too, and she'd be nineteen tomorrow. She was going to be nineteen for the next several months.
So yesterday she had received an awesome package from the other half of the posse, and she was going to call them back and bounce. And yesterday she had also taken a portal in to Fandom, because it was her birthday and that meant annoying her Reno-person.
She woke up hungry, and had decided to cook breakfast. Reno had gone back to sleep. So ... time to cook! In a fluffy pink tiara and one of her new t-shirts, no less. She had a feeling Romeo and Dojima would approve.
And while she was at it, time to clean. She felt like being productive today, and the dark recesses of Reno's apartment didn't scare her. She had Windex and she wasn't afraid of using it.
There were entirely too many half-opened bottles hiding around here. Some of them were going right down the sink.
(For he whose apartment it is, and the modding was permitted. Also for any phone calls, since she's going to be calling people later to bounce at them, or visitors.
NOTE: She's pouring out some of his booze. The ensuing conversation will most likely involve his drinking issues, so please be warned.)
So yesterday she had received an awesome package from the other half of the posse, and she was going to call them back and bounce. And yesterday she had also taken a portal in to Fandom, because it was her birthday and that meant annoying her Reno-person.
She woke up hungry, and had decided to cook breakfast. Reno had gone back to sleep. So ... time to cook! In a fluffy pink tiara and one of her new t-shirts, no less. She had a feeling Romeo and Dojima would approve.
And while she was at it, time to clean. She felt like being productive today, and the dark recesses of Reno's apartment didn't scare her. She had Windex and she wasn't afraid of using it.
There were entirely too many half-opened bottles hiding around here. Some of them were going right down the sink.
(For he whose apartment it is, and the modding was permitted. Also for any phone calls, since she's going to be calling people later to bounce at them, or visitors.
NOTE: She's pouring out some of his booze. The ensuing conversation will most likely involve his drinking issues, so please be warned.)
