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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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

After Driver's Ed, Dawn decided to drop in on Rikku. "Howdy," she leaned in the doorway, finally finding her friend among all the droid and tools. "Busy? I could come back?"

[the_merriest]

"Dawn!" Rikku bounced up, reaching out for a totally duckable hug. "Hi! No! I. It's okay? I'm just. Um."

Vague flailings of the unscattered and underslept variety. "For. Class? Yeah? The, uh, thing."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn hugged Rikku back, not at all sure what she'd just said. "I think I need a verb?"

[the_merriest]

"Oh!" More flailing. "Sorry. Sit? There's ... totally room, um."

Somewhere in the midst of the droid and kitty. Probably. More or less.

"Project. For class. Uh. Bad week. Not 'cause of the project. Totally different story. This is gonna be a patrol droid if I can make it work but no weapons on it 'cause he's all weird about weapons but any time I try to argue it he just drops it. Maybe I can add them in later. I mean, what good's a patrol droid if it can't zap fiends?"

Rikku would apologize for making less sense than usual if she realized she was.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn almost sat on the kitty, but recovered in time to just sit on the floor instead.

"Go back to the bad week part?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo didn't really have a particular reason to visit Rikku, but it was his day off and he hadn't talked to her since she was three.

He stuck his head through the open door. "Good e'en, are you busy with anything in particular?"

[OOC: Heading home in about 15 min., then back after 7.]

[the_merriest]

"Oh! Uh." Rikku sat down abruptly. "The, uh, guy. Trip to Slutsville, and then it kinda turned into ... like. Dating? And ... it was really ..." She bit her lip. "Really ... good, too. But it turns out he's evil. Not. He didn't do bad stuff to me or anything? Um. He's just ... evil? Back home? So I kinda ... left. And. You know."

She gestured vaguely. You know how it is, date a guy and turns out he's evil. Fandom and all.

Petey was now attempting to sniff Dawn's jeans. They might be interesting. Jeans and all.

[the_merriest]

"Hiya!" Rikku said. Not her usually perky sort of hi. Kinda ... flat. Tired. "Uh. Just ... class. Stuff. For ... inventing. How are you?"

She stood up, fidgeting a little. "Have you ... talked to ... uh. Any ... body? Recently?"

They were best friends, weren't they?

(OOC: A-OK, I will see you then!)

[withoutverona]

"Not today," Romeo said, shaking his head. "Last night? Yurika, Jamie, Ferris, Brooke, Annette, at the party."

He frowned. "I didn't see you there." And, as her flatness registered, now he was looking at her more closely, remembering she had seemed sort of flat in religions class yesterday, too.

"How are you?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn reached down to scritch between Petey's ears, more for something to do while she gathered her thoughts together. "Okay. I think I need more details here about the evil. Like, is it capital E 'I want to end the world' evil? Or is it 'I'm going to become stalker-guy and try to rape you in the bathroom' evil?" She paused. More scritches came Petey's way as she added the last part quietly, "Or is it I used to be confused, turned evil for a while, but I'm learning and getting better but everyone still thinks of me as evil Evil?"

[the_merriest]

"I didn't go," she said quickly. "I meant to. It sounded fun? I just. Didn't go. Uh. So you ... didn't talk to ... Reno. Okay."

That was good. No. That wasn't good. Reno was probably sitting in his room drinking himself into some sort of coma. That was bad. Very bad.

"You ... should," she decided abruptly. "Cause. He's ... not okay. I think. Maybe. And I can't. We sort of. Um."

Deep breath. "It's all wrong."

[the_merriest]

Rikku swallowed, hard, and was staring at her fingers, which were doing nice twisty things in her lap. "It's. Um." Deep breath.

"Not the stalker-guy thing. He wouldn't ... he'd never hurt me." And strangely enough, she was as sure of that as she'd ever been. "Or taking over the world. Not that ... kinda thing. He. Um. It's. More."

She held this one for a long pause before letting it out again. "More, hi, I work for the government and I do whatever they tell me to, I don't ask questions, I cash the paychecks, and I know it sucks but I keep doing it 'cause it's all I have. Because. I. Used to have nothing, and now I don't, except there's all this ... blood on my hands. Lots of it. That. That kinda evil."

She squeezed her eyes shut. And. Okay. Still breathing.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Dawn scooted over closer to Rikku, putting her arm around her and dumping Petey into her lap. "I don't know for sure that that's evil, Rikku. Not saying it's not bad, but--maybe he could stop doing it? If he's not going to hurt you, and he doesn't hurt or kill people because he wants to..."

Her head was starting to hurt. "Blood on your hands is bad, but...he could change if he wanted to?"

[the_merriest]

Rikku leaned into Dawn, grateful for the touch, closing her eyes and sniffling. "H-he. I ... I d-don't think he's allowed to quit. It's. Not a nice place. And. He's. Done some really bad things. I can't just ..."

One hand was idly playing with Petey, in her lap. "H-he's ... not evil. I mean. Not deep down, 'cause ... if he was he'd be all 'yeah, so what if I did all that' or enjoying it, and not ... he drinks. He doesn't talk about it. And." Deep breath. "A-and I ... I don't know if I can do this."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"So don't," Dawn answered immediately, hugging her closer. "You deserve lots better than someone who kills people, then tries to make himself feel better by drinking and not talking."

[the_merriest]

"Y-yeah," she said, not sounding convinced. "Why can't it just ... un-happen? Three days ago ... uh. I guess three days ago we were kids. But. I mean. It was all so ... and now it's just, well, so much for that, and I don't want that. I don't want him, either, not like this, but why can't it just ... can I wake up now and this was all a stupid dream?"

[withoutverona]

"I didn't talk to Reno," Romeo echoed, not quite sure where Rikku was going with this but forming an idea. "You ... you broke up? Did he hurt you somehow?"

Because if he did, as much as he loved Reno ... well. He knew Rikku first.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn didn't mention to Rikku that there might be spells out there that could do what she wanted. "It wouldn't change him, though, right? Just what you knew?"

"Would you want to have him keep a secret this big from you? I don't know if I would."

[the_merriest]

"No," she said quickly. "Not ... not like that. He wouldn't. I mean. You know."

She stared at the mess of droid parts on her bed, then shook her head.

"I'm not ... sure how much ... I mean. It's okay to ..." Deep breath. "He's ... done things. And I can't just ... be okay with it. And. He's your friend too, so I can't ... tell you, in case you're not okay with it 'cause he probably needs someone and he deserves to get to tell you if he's gonna, I mean, and I know it's nothing to do with me, I just can't ..."

She squeezed her eyes shut, shivering. "Sorry. This. I don't mean to - I have to sound crazy and I ..."

[the_merriest]

"No," she said quickly. "I'd ... he didn't say it, right away, 'cause ... he was scared I'd ..."

React exactly like this, pretty much.

"I knew it was bad, I knew he wasn't telling me yet 'cause ... it was bad? And. Then he did and ... it doesn't change him. Except. It's. He's them, now. All the people that ... standing there in Home, summoning fiends and setting fires, killing my friends ... I try so hard not to hate them, I do, I'm good, I'm not gonna start the cycle over again, but he's not supposed to be them. I don't ... I don't know what I'm supposed to do, now."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Maybe don't do anything about it for a couple of days?" Dawn suggested, leaning her head against Rikku's. "Just kind of think about it and let it settle and see if you want to do anything? Then, maybe you'll be more thinky and less reacty?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo listened closely, trying to make sense of the fragmented sentences, of what Rikku was saying in part by how much she was not saying it.

She'd listened to his own story, the whole soggy sorry mess of it, without blinking, without a cross look at him. What Reno did, then ...

Was for him to ask Reno. Later. He was talking to Rikku, now.

"You don't sound mad," he said, first. "Just ... confused. And a little broken."

"What can I do?" he asked, tentative. Getting sympathy was much easier than giving it.

[the_merriest]

Rikku settled in. "That ... sounds good," she said, nodding a little. Carefully, so as not to dislodge the head thing. "Thanks. I think you're better at this than me."

Which wasn't all that hard, really.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Sunnydale kinda specializes in gray areas," she made a face. "Especially when it comes to boys. Of all of them I ever met, only Xander didn't have a deep, dark evil secret."

[the_merriest]

She sniffled again, and gave him a hesitant smile. And then walked over and reached out for a squeezy sort of hug.

"This helps," she said, snuggling in a little. Because it did. "And, uh, something else. If it's okay. It's cool if it isn't."