Rikku of the Al Bhed (
the_merriest) wrote2009-04-11 11:36 am
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Room 308, Saturday Morning
Rikku didn't want to wake up yet. It was warm and cozy under the covers, and just the sort of morning where you wanted to snuggle and be lazy and stay in bed all day. Or at least until it was early afternoon.
But there was knocking, at the door. Dang it. Rikku tried telling herself that it wasn't important, and whoever-it-was would come back, and she could pretend she hadn't woken up for the knock, but maybe it was important, and maybe they'd just keep knocking until she answered, and maybe just going to the door and answering it would mean they'd go away faster than if she kept laying here arguing with herself, and this whole argument had woken her up anyway.
So. She wriggled out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping Turk, and tiptoed over to open the door.
(for the wee ones and reno, or if anyone wants to poke their heads in, afterwards)
But there was knocking, at the door. Dang it. Rikku tried telling herself that it wasn't important, and whoever-it-was would come back, and she could pretend she hadn't woken up for the knock, but maybe it was important, and maybe they'd just keep knocking until she answered, and maybe just going to the door and answering it would mean they'd go away faster than if she kept laying here arguing with herself, and this whole argument had woken her up anyway.
So. She wriggled out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping Turk, and tiptoed over to open the door.
(for the wee ones and reno, or if anyone wants to poke their heads in, afterwards)
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"Reno never changes his phone number, ever. Rude says it's bad form for a Turk, but it meant that I got through to him, after..."
... Well. He wasn't going to actually go into detail about...
He squeezed his eyes shut and snuggled some more. That was better, anyhow.
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"After you did what you had to do," she said gently. "Just like a Turk."
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Rede was alive. He could sleep at night, not worrying that he'd sent his own blood off to get killed by Hojo or worse.
And, just as important, Rede was alive and he seemed okay.
Reno wasn't going to get many words out while he was having this revelation, really. He was going to just hang on for dear life.
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Reno was still sleeping, wasn't he? No, wait, he'd thought that last year. The day after prom. Well, duh, then.
"Ruba!" See, he was capable of putting his sniffles away in the blink of an eye. Turk Power. And hug pile power. Hug piles were pretty potent things, after all. "Been a while, kiddo!"
Well, to him, anyhow.
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Obviously, if she had seen him, he had seen her. Four-year-old logic at its best.
Ruba was now going to wrap her arms around Rede's back, as well. "Hiiiiiii."
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"Hi," he said, kind of shyly, as he craned his head around as best as he could manage in order to see his mysterious assailant.
Puddle-girl! "I missed you, too," he decided. If only because she was the best puddle-splasher that the world had ever seen.
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Without letting go of Rede, dammit.
"I missed both of you," she sighed.
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...
"So! How's about daddy gets some clothes on, and then we go for breakfast or somethin'?"
Breakfast would be an excellent excuse to catch up. And such.
Just as soon as Reno could pry himself from the kids. Pants could wait for another moment of squeezy hugging.
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She had her PJs on, but PJs were not really Go Out In Public clothes. Even if they were a step up from Reno's underwear-and-bedsheets approach to fashion.
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...
"Waffles?"
Look, waffles were serious business for a young Turk. And Rude made very good ones. But Rude wasn't here. Which was fine. He had faith in Rikku's ability to make waffles, too.
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He was just going to have to suck it up and deal, then.
"Waffles," she agreed. "As many as you like. And you can tell me all the silly things your dad does around the house."
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Because he was kinda mean like that.
"Yeah, 'cause I'm sure we all wanna hear about Rude scratchin' his ass in the kitchen," Reno laughed a little. Because Rude was totally the dad that did silly things.
... Even if that kinda made him the mom. Uh.
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For her part, Ruba was giggling and squirming and pulling on Reno's hair.
"Heyyyyy," she declared suddenly. "I wanna ride."
On his shoulders. Where else?
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"Can I have a ride too, please?"
Because watching Reno flip Ruba up onto his shoulders like that, he decided that it looked fun.
He was starting to learn the meaning of the word. Even if his own dads back home had weird notions of the word. Like wrestling and breaking stuff. Reno was Reno, no matter where you went.
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She reached over to scoop Ruba up from Reno. She was wee, Rikku was tiny, and Rede would probably have an easier time of it on Reno's shoulders. Right? Right.