Broken [Closed, In Progress]
WHO: Red X and Rikku
WHAT: A thieves' reunion under... unexpected circumstances
WHERE: X's suite
WHEN: Sunday night
He waited close to the door.
It was better than waiting in his mussed-up bed, dragging himself to his feet, and managing to make it to the door to answer in about five times the time it would normally take him to answer it. The pain never really went away-- even the Vicodin only got rid of the worst of it-- and it showed in the way he moved, in the weary, serious expression he wore far more often than usual these days.
He had always been wary of pushing the suit too far after the first time he had tried such a stunt. But against these guys he had had to pull out all the stops, and even come up with some tricks he hadn't known he was capable of. Maybe he shouldn't have fought so hard. Maybe he wouldn't have. But Kairi, Lulu, and Rikku reminded him why he did care so much about his freedom-- his friends. He wasn't just a tool to them. He was a friend.
And, as much as he was hurting, he knew him being gone had hurt them, too. He had seen it with Kairi. Yes, of course, there were her physical wounds-- which he had been furious about -- but there was also the way she fussed over him, the way she walked all that way in her condition to see him. He had hurt them. And, once he could, he intended to do everything he could to make that hurt up to them, to make sure something like that never happened again.
But, for now, he had to take one step at a time. So, tired, happy, and more than a little bit nervous, he waited for Rikku.
WHAT: A thieves' reunion under... unexpected circumstances
WHERE: X's suite
WHEN: Sunday night
He waited close to the door.
It was better than waiting in his mussed-up bed, dragging himself to his feet, and managing to make it to the door to answer in about five times the time it would normally take him to answer it. The pain never really went away-- even the Vicodin only got rid of the worst of it-- and it showed in the way he moved, in the weary, serious expression he wore far more often than usual these days.
He had always been wary of pushing the suit too far after the first time he had tried such a stunt. But against these guys he had had to pull out all the stops, and even come up with some tricks he hadn't known he was capable of. Maybe he shouldn't have fought so hard. Maybe he wouldn't have. But Kairi, Lulu, and Rikku reminded him why he did care so much about his freedom-- his friends. He wasn't just a tool to them. He was a friend.
And, as much as he was hurting, he knew him being gone had hurt them, too. He had seen it with Kairi. Yes, of course, there were her physical wounds-- which he had been furious about -- but there was also the way she fussed over him, the way she walked all that way in her condition to see him. He had hurt them. And, once he could, he intended to do everything he could to make that hurt up to them, to make sure something like that never happened again.
But, for now, he had to take one step at a time. So, tired, happy, and more than a little bit nervous, he waited for Rikku.