MHA #1, Late-ish Sunday Night

[the_merriest]

MHA #1 looked a bit like a crime scene. One that had been hit by a tornado.

At the eye of the storm -- at the very still center of the overturned furniture and piles of strewn-about clothing and whipped-cream and chocolate-syrup stains -- were two figures, lying on the floor.

Neither of whom could move.

"Okay," Rikku managed, very, very weakly. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't think I want any more sex."

She was starting to chafe.

(for her Turk. other people can call if they want, but please do not come visit, as they are unable to get the door.)

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[the_merriest]

There were a few seconds of complete silence.

"Wouldn't we have to move out of the way?"

And they'd probably get evicted. That, too. But Rikku had priorities, right now.

[raspberryturk]

Reno considered that for a moment, too. Damn, this was tough.

"Depends what armor we got on," he decided.

She had fire-eater on hers, right? And he... Well. He'd have a pretty shitty day, since his was all lightning, all the time.

[the_merriest]

Rikku was squinting at the ceiling, trying to think.

"I don't think we have any status ailments," she said. She could think of a few useful mixes, if they did, but ...

"I think we're ... gonna have to actually get up and fix this."

Er.

"Tomorrow."

[raspberryturk]

"Tomorrow," Reno agreed, half sitting up, realizing that this was a serious lapse in judgment, and then falling backwards again. "Definitely tomorrow, zoto."

[the_merriest]

Okay, good. She was just going to ... lie here. In the meantime. And not move again, ever.

".... It was awesome, though."

Seriously. Totally worth it.