Room 308, Saturday Morning

[the_merriest]

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)

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[the_merriest]

He was a Turk, and a very fine Turk at that, and he was mature and big and absolutely did not need Rikku scooping him up and giggling and planting kisses on him.

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."

[raspberryturk]

Well, if Rikku was going to heave Rede up into her arms, then Reno was going to have to do the same with Ruba, dammit, just because he could. And maybe hiking up her shirt just enough in the process so that he could blow raspberries on her bare tummy while he was at it.

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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Rikku was going to tease him about that later. Being the Mom. And probably the little spoon, to boot.

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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Rede liked it when Rikku scooped him up and gave him kisses. But he was a Turk, so he wasn't going to admit it. Honest.

"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.

[the_merriest]

"You bet you can," Rikku said, although that meant she had to set him down. (Reluctantly. And with another kiss on the top of his head first.) "But I think we should swap for that one."

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.