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Okay. So. She'd done the insane cracked-out demented pixie thing. Again. And she'd flown around Fandom pestering people. And she'd stolen just about anything that wasn't nailed down. And she was pretty sure she remembered something about drunken squirrels and rum and ... radio? Fantastic.
And now she had a pile of stuff to go back to its owners. Some of which she'd managed to get back today, and some of which ... was going to have to wait until tomorrow, and she hoped nobody was freaking out about their stuff.
And it turns out the demented pixie really existed in some world, with Sora, and he totally knew Tidus and Wakka, but not her Tidus and Wakka. Probably.
She would be okay with Fandom embarrassing the living crap out of her if it could please stop making her head explode.
Rikku crawled into bed and hoped tomorrow would make her head hurt less. Except she had religion class bright and early, so ... yeah. That was gonna be great.
(mostly establishy/linkdrop-to-be, but open to the roomie or anyone who'd knock)
And now she had a pile of stuff to go back to its owners. Some of which she'd managed to get back today, and some of which ... was going to have to wait until tomorrow, and she hoped nobody was freaking out about their stuff.
And it turns out the demented pixie really existed in some world, with Sora, and he totally knew Tidus and Wakka, but not her Tidus and Wakka. Probably.
She would be okay with Fandom embarrassing the living crap out of her if it could please stop making her head explode.
Rikku crawled into bed and hoped tomorrow would make her head hurt less. Except she had religion class bright and early, so ... yeah. That was gonna be great.
(mostly establishy/linkdrop-to-be, but open to the roomie or anyone who'd knock)
