Just Outside Room 429, Sunday Evening
Feb. 17th, 2008 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_merriest
Okay, so, when a guy tells you that you should come to his room at 7 o'clock and he'll be sober for once and you'll really, honestly talk about your it's-not-a-relationship-so-what-the-heck-is-it thing, you kinda think he'll be there, and you've got a right to be pissed when he isn't.
And when he's still not there at 8, you might glare at his door and give it a swift kick.
Right around 9 is when you might start to do the math and facepalm.
Rikku stood outside Reno's door and gave it another kick for good measure before digging out her cell and dialing his number.
"Hiya," she chirped. "Did you get drunk and blow me off, or were you kidnapped by a knife-wielding maniac?"
(NFB. Establishy.)
And when he's still not there at 8, you might glare at his door and give it a swift kick.
Right around 9 is when you might start to do the math and facepalm.
Rikku stood outside Reno's door and gave it another kick for good measure before digging out her cell and dialing his number.
"Hiya," she chirped. "Did you get drunk and blow me off, or were you kidnapped by a knife-wielding maniac?"
(NFB. Establishy.)
