Room 308, Wednesday Midday

[the_merriest]

Rikku was in her room. Working on her mech droid thing for Invent-o-whatever class.

Which was, thus far, a miserable failure, and not helped much by Petey attempting to eat the outlying bits of it.

That was okay. It was a mech droid. Mech droids were safe. Not arguments or coats or anything else she wasn't thinking about. Because she wasn't. She was working on her mech droid.

She had a fruit basket on her desk - hers, from class, because she hadn't given it to anyone yet. Because that seemed mean and she was too tired and empty to be mean today. Because she had a feeling maybe she should keep it.

Her door was wide open. In case anybody wanted some fruit. Poke at the mech droid. Bother Petey. Talk. Something. Right?

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[the_merriest]

"It's ..." She bit her lip. "You gotta be careful. With. What you call evil, you know? Make sure it's really evil, like monsters, and not just ... people you don't like."

She watched him carefully for the rest of it, and then gasped. Tackleglomp: on. "I'm so sorry," she said, squeezing. "I didn't ... know. That's ..."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka nodded. "I know what you mean. Zuko's father is evil. Zuko's sister is REALLY evil. But Zuko's just a jerk."


Sokka hugged her back, tightly. "No, I'm okay. Ish." He was mostly lying. "She wasn't really my girlfriend anyway. And she's not really dead, since she's the Moon Spirit now. But if I ever get all weepy-eyed at the moon, that's why. And... I mean, it's nothing like what you've been through."

[the_merriest]

Rikku looked at him, curiously, and then shook her head. "Sokka, don't ... don't think like that. It's not a game. You loved her, yeah? And she went away. That's horrible. I lost a lot of people. That's horrible, too. There are people who lost way more than either of us. That doesn't make any of it less bad. It still sucks when there are people who should be around and they aren't. It sucks hard."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka shrugged. "If it IS a game, it's one I'm glad to lose. I've only seen -- what, 20? -- something like that -- people die. That's pretty lucky, all things considered, right?"

[the_merriest]

"No," she said, shaking her head. "That's twenty too many."

And that got another hug.