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?"

[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.]

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka poked his head in the door. "Hiya, Orangey -- ooh, fruit!" He made a beeline for the basket. "So, what's new?"