the_merriest: (face down)
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Okay. So. She'd tried sleeping some, last night. Got some sleep. Not much.

He sounded like hell on the radio; she felt like hell, right about now.

So Rikku was going to sit, hugging her knees, by door 429.

(for he whose door was modded with permission. note: this conversation gets kinda serious, touching on his drinking issues, so viewer discretion is advised.)

Date: 2008-10-11 07:10 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (So.)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
He wasn't letting go. Not just yet.

"Sleep's good."

It was.

"Stay? Maybe? I mean..." He loosened his grasp slightly, tentatively. It was possibly one of the most difficult things he'd done this week. "If you're up for it or whatever. I mean. You don't gotta, if things are..."

Awkward. Tense. If you're angry. All of that.

Date: 2008-10-11 07:44 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Back2)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
Reno listened, quietly. Tiredly. And he nodded a little at everything she had to say.

And he licked his lips and he shut his eyes and he breathed for a moment.

"If you weren't number one, Rikku, I'd be in Edge right now, zoto."

Maybe it was just that she didn't know. Maybe it was... that he sucked at showing it. Maybe. Something.

Date: 2008-10-11 08:05 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Looking Up)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
His answer was a nod. A small nod. And his arms pulling her close again, and it was okay that she was trembling. It meant that they were a matching set.

"Of course."

It just so happened that his bed was the perfect size for having Rikkus spend the night. As were his arms.

And he could use the company.

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