Rikku of the Al Bhed (
the_merriest) wrote2008-05-06 02:16 am
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Back to Room 308 - The Wee Hours, Monday Night
Hey, 308. She was home again.
Mel wasn't dead. Rikku was very glad Mel wasn't dead, since Mel being dead would be bad.
Her room was empty. That was because Hermione left. And her arm was naked, because she'd put her Godhand back in the weapons locker. Should've cleaned it. Didn't.
Petey was twining around her feet. Okay. Hi, Petey.
Rikku picked up her phone and dialed Reno's number. No answer. She was pretty sure she left a message. Good.
Shower. She was gonna shower. She needed one.
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Mel wasn't dead. Rikku was very glad Mel wasn't dead, since Mel being dead would be bad.
Her room was empty. That was because Hermione left. And her arm was naked, because she'd put her Godhand back in the weapons locker. Should've cleaned it. Didn't.
Petey was twining around her feet. Okay. Hi, Petey.
Rikku picked up her phone and dialed Reno's number. No answer. She was pretty sure she left a message. Good.
Shower. She was gonna shower. She needed one.
(for one. follows this.)
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"Yeah," she nodded, pressing her face in against his skin. "He was kinda ... just what I needed, right when I didn't expect him at all."
That seemed to happen to her a lot.
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Petey really was a good cat. Even if there were going to be little cat-teethmarks on his goggles. Goggles were replaceable. Peteys weren't.
Stupid cat.
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"Sorry," she laughed softly. "He's ... weird like this. Uh. If we stay here, you might wake up being chewed on."
Petey was a world-class chewer. He could chew in the Olympics. Unless he flopped over and fell asleep when the starting gun went off.
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They has a flavor.