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]

"I do," Rikku said, rolling her eyes. "He's older. And he is an idiot. Very good at taking the group and going out diving for ruins, and he didn't want me to go at first but I was good at it so he kinda couldn't let me. I think he might still be hanging out on the airship, arguing with Pops. They never get along."

She giggled. "He, uh, tried to send letters, in English, but his English is terrible. About the only thing he knew was NO BOYS, RIKKU."

[withoutverona]

"And of course you didn't listen," Romeo said, cheerfully enough. "Bad English, why should you?"

[the_merriest]

"I told him there weren't any boys at this school," she said, innocently. "I think he even bought it, for a while. He's a little dim."

[withoutverona]

"He sounds it," Romeo agreed. "Though if he turned up, I'd do my best to convince him his little sister's virtue was unthreatened."

[the_merriest]

She blushed. "He, uh. I think he threatened Jude. Reno's sort of ... not the type that looks all, 'oh, hey, I was totally just talking with your little sister, really.' Maybe they just ... shouldn't meet, yet."

Also, people tended to look at her funny after the met Brother. Not that she could blame them.

[withoutverona]

"Maybe not. We're hoping Yurika's father never finds out I exist, and I would hope the same if we hadn't called my father when we were small," Romeo said. "This is where the different dimensions thing is entirely helpful."

[the_merriest]

"It really is," she laughed. "I wish Spira had cell phones, because I'd be chatting with some people all of the time. But at least that means Pops never calls during bad moments."

"Did, uh." She gestured vaguely. "Is your dad upset about the whole ... Yurika thing?"

[withoutverona]

"He wanted to make sure I wasn't getting married again." Romeo frowned. "Beyond that, I think he's decided I'm a lost cause."

[the_merriest]

"Married again?" Rikku shook her head. "He really thinks you'd ... I mean, you two only just started going out."

Open mouth, insert foot. "Oh. Uh. Sorry. I mean ..." Annnnnnnnd flail.

[withoutverona]

Romeo actually looked amused at this, mostly at her flailing. "I know. Marry one person the day after you meet her, and be tarred with that brush forever."

He reached to touch her arm. "You'll be all right?"

[the_merriest]

She giggled, still blushing, but visibly relieved. "You know? That ... reminds me of a dirty joke I know. Um. You know the one? It starts with a guy who's built a lot of houses, but nobody calls him Blappa the Builder ..."

"I'm fine," she nodded. "Uh. Not fine? I'm okay, though. What's the word for it's all crazy but I'll deal, and you rock for bringing hugs?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo did know the joke, which was why he was turning red with laughter.

"I think the word for all of that is alive," he told her.

[the_merriest]

"I like that one," she said, grinning. "Okay. I'm alive. That's a start."

Another quick squeeze. "Thanks."