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Reno had assured her that she didn't need to clean for Rude, that Rude was used to his messes, but Rikku liked cleaning. She hadn't seen Rude in ages! This was going to be fun!
The place was decidedly cozier than Rude would probably be expecting. What with all the cheery decor and the orange fluffy bathmat. There weren't even any empty beer bottles or porno mags on the coffee table.
Just an Al Bhed girl, puttering around while Reno ran out for more supplies. Which she hoped didn't mean more beer and pornos. But, well. It was Reno.
(This will be the site of an unholy sort of Turks Reunion, featuring several versions of some of the people involved, no less. But the very first thread is for Tseng alone, please, even though it's Rude she's expecting.)
The place was decidedly cozier than Rude would probably be expecting. What with all the cheery decor and the orange fluffy bathmat. There weren't even any empty beer bottles or porno mags on the coffee table.
Just an Al Bhed girl, puttering around while Reno ran out for more supplies. Which she hoped didn't mean more beer and pornos. But, well. It was Reno.
(This will be the site of an unholy sort of Turks Reunion, featuring several versions of some of the people involved, no less. But the very first thread is for Tseng alone, please, even though it's Rude she's expecting.)
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Date: 2010-10-02 09:31 pm (UTC)Reno looked severely, painfully hot in his. But she was trying to bond with a cranky kid who seemed to not like Turks that much, so it was something to try.
... and besides, she'd die if she had to wear a black-and-white suit every day.
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Date: 2010-10-02 09:56 pm (UTC)Besides, Rosalind didn't seem to like Reno, so he was probably fun.
"So ... what toys do you have?"
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Date: 2010-10-02 10:00 pm (UTC)"Oh, it's way better than a toy," she said, standing up and gesturing for Elena to follow her.
If she guessed right, then she knew exactly where her favorite ball of orange-and-white fluff was hiding. This many people would be intimidating. One blonde child giving him attention? Tooootally a different story.
"This is my cat, Petey," she said, flopping him onto her lap without much fuss.
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Date: 2010-10-04 03:18 am (UTC)This cat wasn't hissing. He was purring, and when she reached her hand out, tentatively, he thumped it with the top of his head and began sniffing it.
"He likes me!" she said, shivering with an excited giggle. He did!