MHA #1, Friday Evening
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Rikku was okay. She was. She was back on the island with her Reno-person and their pets. And Reno didn't seem okay, and she wasn't sure she knew how to help, because it felt lately like they were talking _past_ each other, and nothing seemed to help. Maybe she was doing it wrong. It was okay, though. She'd just do it better. Whatever it was.
She was trying not to think about how he'd been out late, lately. She'd been proud when she showed Tseng that there wasn't a pile of liquor in the fridge, but that didn't mean he wasn't, say, stopping for an hour or three at the bar.
It was all the stress. So she was going to ... help with the stress. Somehow. And be cheery and helpful and ... somehow, that was going to fix everything. It had to.
Oh, hey, a letter! One from Yunie. See, this wouldn't be a bad day. Yunie would write some cheerful story and Rikku would laugh and it'd be all okay.
Except ...
Except this wasn't a ... cheerful letter. And phrases were swimming, like I wouldn't ask and please, Rikku, you're the only one who can and please let me know soon. Dutiful, polite, and sorry to impose, because ... because asking her to go back there, well, gee, it'd be hard, but that was okay. It was for the Good of Everyone, and Yuna cared about the Good of Everyone, so obviously, Rikku should, too. So personal feelings were silly and should be ignored. Right? Right.
Hardly realizing she was doing it, Rikku crumpled up the letter into a ball and threw it against the wall. A moment later, she picked up a vase and threw that, flinching at the sound it made when it broke.
One sob escaped before she had a hand over her eyes. Crying? No. Not now. Get it together.
She just ... needed a minute. Then she'd be okay again. Soon. Really.
(just for her turk. this one has nothing to do with fun phone-day antics and everything to do with some messiness that's been bubbling up, zomg. Warning: the conversation below will probably touch on some of Reno's drinking issues, so if that's going to be triggery, please stay away.)
She was trying not to think about how he'd been out late, lately. She'd been proud when she showed Tseng that there wasn't a pile of liquor in the fridge, but that didn't mean he wasn't, say, stopping for an hour or three at the bar.
It was all the stress. So she was going to ... help with the stress. Somehow. And be cheery and helpful and ... somehow, that was going to fix everything. It had to.
Oh, hey, a letter! One from Yunie. See, this wouldn't be a bad day. Yunie would write some cheerful story and Rikku would laugh and it'd be all okay.
Except ...
Except this wasn't a ... cheerful letter. And phrases were swimming, like I wouldn't ask and please, Rikku, you're the only one who can and please let me know soon. Dutiful, polite, and sorry to impose, because ... because asking her to go back there, well, gee, it'd be hard, but that was okay. It was for the Good of Everyone, and Yuna cared about the Good of Everyone, so obviously, Rikku should, too. So personal feelings were silly and should be ignored. Right? Right.
Hardly realizing she was doing it, Rikku crumpled up the letter into a ball and threw it against the wall. A moment later, she picked up a vase and threw that, flinching at the sound it made when it broke.
One sob escaped before she had a hand over her eyes. Crying? No. Not now. Get it together.
She just ... needed a minute. Then she'd be okay again. Soon. Really.
(just for her turk. this one has nothing to do with fun phone-day antics and everything to do with some messiness that's been bubbling up, zomg. Warning: the conversation below will probably touch on some of Reno's drinking issues, so if that's going to be triggery, please stay away.)
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Date: 2011-01-08 01:56 am (UTC)The smashing sound in the other room wasn't altogether strange to hear. Not in an apartment which housed two hyperactive mammals and a duck. And the pets, too. And so Reno was ready to give Petey a swat to get him off the coffee table or whatever when he walked into the room, to see...
... Ah. Not Petey, then.
He didn't even bother with words. Not just yet. Right now seemed like a good time to just step up and put a hand on Rikku's shoulder.
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Date: 2011-01-08 01:59 am (UTC)Was Petey around here? She could blame it on him, maybe.
She didn't want to.
"S-sorry," she said. "I'll ... clean it up. J-just a vase, right? You weren't ... all that ......... fond of it, were you?"
The vase might be an important family heirloom. One she'd bought at T&C for like five bucks. Therefore, they should discuss it.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:00 am (UTC)He glanced toward the shattered glass on the floor, and then back to her.
"Sit, babe. I got it."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:02 am (UTC)And yet, as if her body wasn't listening to her mind, she went over to the couch and sat on the edge of it. "Being stupid," she said. "Sorry."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:03 am (UTC)"I could swear I told you before," he said, ever so casually as he added the ball of paper to his handful of things destined for the trash, "you ain't stupid, Rikku."
He stood, glancing down at his handful.
"If there's anything here you wanna keep, speak now or forever hold it, zoto."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:05 am (UTC)She was trying to sound a bit like she was looking forward to a vacation. Which probably wasn't helped by the crumpled ball or the broken vase.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:05 am (UTC)"Lookin' forward to that, I see."
His tone was probably flat enough to indicate that he didn't believe that for a moment.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:06 am (UTC)She had something planned, some bullshit evasion, and couldn't bring herself to act chipper and say it.
"She ... wouldn't ask if she had any other choice," she said, carefully. Some terrible part of her whispered that Yuna didn't appreciate what she was asking, anyway. "I think she forgets that we're not all as ... as good and perfect and fucking wonderful as she is."
Yunie wasn't asking anything of anyone that she wouldn't give herself, if given the chance. That was supposed to make it okay.
"I shouldn't have said that," she added, quickly, feeling a stab of disloyalty.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-08 02:07 am (UTC)Always needed help. Had to save the world. Couldn't take a fucking vacation. St. Yuna would never have ditched Spira to come to Fandom, but St. Yuna was kind and forgiving enough that she didn't resent Rikku doing it. Which made it _worse_.
"I shouldn't say it to anyone," she said. "I shouldn't be thinking it. And you have enough to ....... d-deal with. Without."
Hello, Mr. Elephant! Welcome to the room.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:08 am (UTC)"Yeah, but that ain't news," he noted, shrugging and then sneaking an arm around her shoulder. "She ever once thank you for all you done for her?"
He was just curious. Turks weren't exactly used to getting accolades or anything, but at least they were getting paid for the shit they got into.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:09 am (UTC)"She said please?" she offered, weakly. "I think she thinks ... greater good, so ... it all works out. We're helping people. Except ... I was never helping people. Just ... her."
Mmmm, codependency.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:10 am (UTC)Reno's opinion of fucking selfish heroes was showing, maybe a little.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:11 am (UTC).... okay, she'd been trying to avoid mentioning Bikanel, so 'native' was probably a slip, there.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:12 am (UTC)"She wants to drag you back there?!"
Give him a moment. He was trying to kill a summoner with his brain.
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:13 am (UTC)She had to have known it was bad. There had been Al Bhed guarding the Sanctum. Isaaru said that they had protected the Summoners with their lives. There had been fire and death, down there, even if that was well before all of Home had crumbled.
She felt so tired.
"I can't do it," she said. "I have to. But I can't."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:14 am (UTC)Fuck, Reno didn't even know what.
"Don't," he said, simply. "There are other Al Bhed, Rikku. Maybe some that weren't right there when the world fell apart. It ain't just unfair of her to ask that of you, it's fuckin' sick."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:16 am (UTC)She shook her head again. "I could go back," she said. "But n-not with her. Because I'd have to ... pretend it was okay, because she'd be worried, and I wouldn't want to upset her, and so I'd have to act normal so she wouldn't feel bad, and I don't ........"
She had nearly said 'I don't think I can', but that wasn't true, and maybe that was okay to say.
"I don't want to," she said. There was something terrifying about saying that. And freeing.
She glanced over at Reno. "Have you ever ........ I m-mean. Midgar? Have you?"
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:18 am (UTC)"Patrollin', lookin' for monsters. Lookin' for survivors. Lookin' for bodies. Yeah, I done that. Part of the job, in Edge. I mean, ain't the same, you can't go too far in for the Mako, but... I wouldn't wish goin' back on anybody, zoto."
You couldn't find Sector Five anymore, for all the ruins. Not that he was particularly fond of it, but... That was where he'd grown up, so.
"If you ever did go back... I mean, if you ever wanted to... You know you don't gotta pretend to be fine for me, babe. I'd understand."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:18 am (UTC)"No," she said. "I'm not ... you have enough to deal with. The last thing you need is me being weird at you."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:19 am (UTC)That was helpful, Reno. Good show.
"Besides, I'm dealin' with my garbage. And I can put it on hold for a bit in order to help the girl I care about deal with hers, yo."
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Date: 2011-01-08 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-08 02:21 am (UTC)For help.
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