He could probably forage in the wilds of the kitchen by now. Actually, Rikku wasn't entirely sure why they kept Bob, either. He just sort of grew on her. Like a fungus.
"Sorry, sorry," she said, sheepishly. She popped Mako onto the coffee table with a quick kiss on his head, as if to say "no hard feelings," and was by Reno's side a split second later, trying to negotiate the transfer of duck holdings. "C'mon, Bob, stop being such a crankybutt."
That might be a good name for him. Crankybutt.
"No nippings," she scolded, gently. "Are you hurt? I shouldn't have laughed, you just looked --"
She bit her lip. Because she had just thought of something really important, and not to keep herself from giggling again.
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Date: 2011-07-01 01:18 am (UTC)"Sorry, sorry," she said, sheepishly. She popped Mako onto the coffee table with a quick kiss on his head, as if to say "no hard feelings," and was by Reno's side a split second later, trying to negotiate the transfer of duck holdings. "C'mon, Bob, stop being such a crankybutt."
That might be a good name for him. Crankybutt.
"No nippings," she scolded, gently. "Are you hurt? I shouldn't have laughed, you just looked --"
She bit her lip. Because she had just thought of something really important, and not to keep herself from giggling again.