Rikku leaned over the edge of the couch so she could kiss just the tip of Reno's nose. "I'll manage," she laughed. "Though I think you could build an airship out of all the junk I brought."
'Junk' meaning broken machina, scrounged up from the bottom of the ocean. Old technology, far more advanced than anything Spirans knew how to use, rusting and incapacitated, but so full of promise.
"I was gonna try not to wake you," she added. "Guess chirping at the weasel kinda screws that up. Hey, why are you on the couch, anyway?"
Did they not have a bed yet? She could sleep on the floor. She'd slept on worse, really.
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Date: 2014-05-06 01:39 am (UTC)'Junk' meaning broken machina, scrounged up from the bottom of the ocean. Old technology, far more advanced than anything Spirans knew how to use, rusting and incapacitated, but so full of promise.
"I was gonna try not to wake you," she added. "Guess chirping at the weasel kinda screws that up. Hey, why are you on the couch, anyway?"
Did they not have a bed yet? She could sleep on the floor. She'd slept on worse, really.