† 021.
[rikku had picked up the comm, intending to make a post about something she can’t even remember. but as she holds it, she gives a big old yawn. and one thing follows another; she starts to droop, her eyelids slowly closing and her body sinking towards the workshop table. soon enough, she’s on the verge of unconsciousness, muttering to herself:]
Gotta... kad dra kaync dinhehk... and then make sure... dra cduja fungc...
[she’s about to totally drift off when her head lolls to the side, knocking over a can full of screws. she sits bolt upright, hands flailing around the table so that she knocks three-quarters of the things on it to the ground, including the device. and herself. she hits the concrete with a thump, and groans.]
Shiva, I gotta stop working so late! Or... eat more sugar. [she grabs the comm and stands, rubbing her backside.] Hey, Rufus. Does your girlfriend-who-isn’t-your-girlfriend know how to bake? I could totally use the help.
[grin, grin, i-know-i’m-terrible-smile, and she cuts the recording.]
Gotta... kad dra kaync dinhehk... and then make sure... dra cduja fungc...
[she’s about to totally drift off when her head lolls to the side, knocking over a can full of screws. she sits bolt upright, hands flailing around the table so that she knocks three-quarters of the things on it to the ground, including the device. and herself. she hits the concrete with a thump, and groans.]
Shiva, I gotta stop working so late! Or... eat more sugar. [she grabs the comm and stands, rubbing her backside.] Hey, Rufus. Does your girlfriend-who-isn’t-your-girlfriend know how to bake? I could totally use the help.
[grin, grin, i-know-i’m-terrible-smile, and she cuts the recording.]