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 door didn't get a chance to open very far before a little boy launched himself forward to attach himself like cling-wrap to Rikku's leg.

He would have said something, but really, he got his expansive vocabulary from his taller, balder father, and he figured the hug just about said it all anyhow.