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]

"So, the reason I'm not ruling the world already is that I can't stop looking at how Sam's hair curls against his shoulders and back of his neck?"

Actually, that made more sense the longer she thought about it.

[the_merriest]

Rikku sighed. "See, that's a damn good reason, right there. And I'm not taking over the world yet because ... because Reno's got this little cupid's-bow thing going on his upper lip, and I have to sit and nibble on that."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"We're sooooooo doomed," Dawn sulked, reaching over to play with Rikku's hair now. "Stupid boys and being hot like burning."

[the_merriest]

Rikku giggled, leaning into the touch. "You know? There are worse ways to be doomed, I think. Than having hot boys to stare at and chew on."

Even if she kinda wasn't talking to him right now. Still.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I gotta say, that's one of my favorites."