Kraken, A1, Early - Jude Declares an Emo-Free Thursday, and Hides Under His Bed Until It Is Over
Rikku pulled the curtain back on Jude's alcove and ... he wasn't there. Unless he was hopped up caffeine again? "Uh, Jude?"
"Is Thursday over yet?" The bed was speaking.
Rikku blinked. And then sighed. And then climbed down next to the bed. "You ... wanna tell me what's, uh ... going on this time?"
"It's Thursday. We decided that we were going to give this one a miss, remember?"
Jude at least, this time, had blankets and a pillow while he was under the bed. Even better, he looked completely sane. Despite the stuffed chocobo that peeked out under his chin.
Rikku considered. And remembered that yeah, the past two Thursdays had been pretty darn awful. And okay, he looked really cute with the pillows and the blankets and the chocobo.
"We can't just skip it," she said. "Thursday's gonna happen whether we're here or not, y'know. Besides, there isn't any room for me under there and I've been told that Rikkus have magical anti-bad-stuff properties. Ask Kinto. Seriously."
Jude had a swift muttered conference with Kinto and then sighed. "I do have to go to work eventually anyway . . ."
"Can you call off?" Rikku shrugged. "I, uh, don't have any classes on Thursdays, you know. Or maybe I can come and keep you company. Kinto at least said he wants to go along. Something about your kebabs."
Jude blinked up at her, still refusing to crawl out from under the bed. ". . . can you screen my calls so I don't find out someone else died?"
Rikku nodded solemnly. "Give me your cell. I'll hang on to it while you're at work. Is that okay?"
Jude wriggled around a bit under the covers and his arm appeared with the cellphone - he'd at least gotten dressed before going into hibernation. ". . . we have to come out?"
Rikku took the cellphone, and then placed a light kiss on the tip of Jude's fingers. And peeled the covers up to peek in at him.
"Do you have room in there for a Rikku?" she asked. Very innocently. A lot.
Yes. She was cheating.
"We can try?" Jude suggested with a sheepish, tentative smile. He kept his hand extended, almost absently touching her cheek.
Rikku pocketed his cellphone and then carefully crawled under the covers. Which conveniently meant crawling next to Jude. "Hi, you," she said. And then gave him a more proper hello. That took a minute.
She examined the area. "Okay, kinda cramped under here. Not where I would've picked for a hideaway. I'm only gonna give it a six."
"Hi." Jude's bad mood didn't appear to be affecting his ability to say hello at all.
"I had to work with what I had," he said regretfully.
"Hang on a second," Rikku said, scooping Kinto up and turning him around. "Don't wanna scar him or anything." Because, you know, if Jude could say hello, he could probably also have the "good morning" / "how are you" / "I'm sorry you're having a bad day" conversation, and let's not give the Chocobo issues here.
Finally, she continued. "Yeah. Again with the cabins, huh? Maybe we make a bad-news bomb shelter after you get back from work." She thought for a minute. "Not sure where."
"Oh. Right." Jude got the 'good morning' out of the way, so it was a few minutes before he got around to answering her. "You can make the plans while I'm at work. You're smart with that stuff."
Rikku laughed. "No, remember, I'm not the brains, either." And leaned over for another light kiss. "How long until you have to leave?"
"Dunno. A bit." Jude nuzzled in a bit and muttered, "Sorry."
"For which? Having to work, or hiding out?" Rikku snuggled back, fingers playing lightly in his hair. "Work is just work, and you're hiding 'cause Thursday is out to get you. We need some serious anti-Thursday mojo. I'll see what I can dig up. Want me to come along? To your work I mean."
"Hiding out. And just being such a . . . wimp," he offered. "The last two weeks. Y'know." Jude kissed the tip of her nose. "If you could, that would totally rock. I'll make you a milkshake."
Rikku shook her head. "You're not a wimp. Why do you always say that? You had a couple of bad weeks and you're being avoidy. That's not a wimp thing."
She shrugged. "I can't stay all day 'cause I think I'm supposed to be sparring with Hamlet, and besides, I gotta build us a bunker. But I can totally come hang out for a while. Especially if there are milkshakes involved." She bounced a little. "I liked the orangey one from last time."
"Your dad thinks I'm a wimp," Jude pointed out.
But that made him smile. "Awesome, bra. I will make you an even better orangey one. With sprinkles. And we can take 'em back to the bunker. And then not come out until Saturday. 'kay?"
And that was Rikku facepalming. "Oh, no. What did my dad say? I TOLD him to be nice to you and that sonova..."
She leaned over to kiss him, firmly but quickly. "Listen. My dad's a moron. Do not listen to him. And oooh, a two-day bunker? I guess that rules out the beach. This requires some planning."
Jude chuckled nervously. "D-don't worry, bra, he didn't really say anything other than that I looked like a wimp and I was probably gonna die as soon as we got to Spira." He nuzzled in. "Just in case . . . don't build it in the middle of the woods?"
Rikku glared. "That jerk! I told him to be nice to you and he was all 'well, here's what I think' and I went, 'no one CARES what you think, you can't even keep the Al Bhed to-'"
She rolled away a bit, staring off at nothing. "N-never mind. Just. He's an idiot. Don't w-worry about him." She shivered. "And I think I'm kinda jumpy about the woods anyway, uh, after ... you know."
Jude frowned, his arms tightening around her. He kissed her neck. "Hey, bra, what's up? Now you're all bad-moody. And we're not even under your bed."
Rikku shook her head. "Nothing. I'm fine. It's ... you're having a bad Thursday again and it's totally not, you know. A thing or anything."
She leaned a little in case maybe he wanted to do more of that neck-kissing. Because she was always interested in that, yes please and thank you.
Well then Jude had to kiss her neck again. Because really, how couldn't he? "If you're sure . . ." he said reluctantly.
Rikku sighed a little and stretched out. Neck-kissing always took priority over worrying.
"I'm ... sure," she said distractedly. "Worried about ... home, and ... Pops won't ... money. Stupid." She lifted her chin up a little and curled her fingers in his hair.
He nuzzled under her jaw before dragging his tongue the length of her throat. "Won't what?"
And that was the shivery sigh of a Rikku who had completely forgotten what they were talking about. "Wha ... who?" She twisted her fingers in his hair and let out a soft moan.
So Jude gave up. Maybe if he kept this up he wouldn't have to get out from under the bed. His hand slid up her back as his mouth slid down her neck before settling in for some serious nibbling.
Rikku gasped and wriggled a little, no longer caring if they ever got out from under the bed, if he went to work, or if a massive bomb was dropped on Kraken by alien fish monsters. One hand was still clutching his hair while the other brushed lightly over his neck, stopping to play idly with the collar to his t-shirt.
Jude let out a breathy 'dude' as he drew away just long enough to move his mouth to that soft spot where her neck met her shoulder, drawing skin into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing and kissing.
She shuddered and didn't even realize that she was hooking a knee around his legs, or pulling him closer and over her, which wouldn't quite work right because they were half-under a bed and she should seriously be getting up now and he needed to go to work and they were still in a cabin and so she really, really shouldn't be reaching down for a fistful of his shirt and wishing she could peel it off, and why couldn't it be evening already? And then he sucked lightly on her skin and her eyes crossed and she forgot all of that anyway, because ... dude.
Jude was all for the continued necking and working on this hickie that he hoped would be a rather impressive one. He was also in favour of being pulled over her, which was the greatest idea in the history of ever until -
Rikku sighed again, because the hickie was going to be awesome and Jude was awesome and everything in the world was so, so, so awesome and -
"Ow!" Jude winced, his head having connected with the frame and his hair getting stuck in the mattress springs.
"Oh! Sorry!" Rikku sat up partway with a gasp. "I'm so sorry! I was just ... and you ... I didn't mean to!"
She reached over to try to disengage his hair from the springs and ... oh, seriously not good.
"'Sokay," Jude winced, losing a few blond strands. He clambered a little awkwardly over her and sprawled onto his back on the floor of the alcove, trailing blankets but at least out from under the board. "Haaarsh . . ."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Rikku was trying not to flail. "I was kinda, you know, and you were all? And I was ... I'm so sorry."
She scooted a little out of the way and sat up, starting to pull the covers out so she could toss them back up on the bed. "But you kinda have to go anyway, yeah? I mean, for work, and ... not that I wasn't, uh. I kinda didn't care a minute ago if you went at all, but ... you know."
"Yeah . . ." Jude said sadly, sitting up and looking dejected.
"It's okay," Rikku said, tousling his hair lightly. "We made it out from under the bed. So now you just gotta go to work, and I'll stop by for milkshakes, and then, to the bunker! Yeah? ... Uh ... you know anywhere we can set up a bunker?"
"Uh . . ." Jude thought very hard about this. "No?"
Rikku reached over to muss up his hair. "Okay. I'll see what I can figure out."
Jude climbed to his feet with a sigh before drawing her up and kissing her lightly. "Dun wanna go to work . . ."
Rikku nuzzled back. "I know. I don't want you to go either." She really, really didn't. But she should totally be the responsible one here, right? ... Right. "But I don't get milkshakes if you don't, right?"
"True," Jude allowed, resting his forehead against hers. "Guess I gotta go, bra."
"You, uh, maybe I walk down with you." There was a slightly evil grin. "And, uh, maybe we end up a little late?"
"I think I could be up for that," he said with a slow smile. He took her hand and made to leave, but stopped and dove under the bed again. "Forgot something!"
Rikku giggled. "If you get fired for opening the diner late, it is not my fault and we totally didn't stop in the park for smooches. Right?"
She turned, waiting as he hopped back. "You okay?"
"Totally." Jude reappeared and tucked Kinto in his pocket. "Just in case I need some portable mellow, y'know?"
"Totally," Rikku nodded. "Portable mellow is a serious necessity, some days. Especially Thursdays."
She took his hand and they started the walk downtown. They'd get there sooner or later.
(OOC: as usual, preplayed with the-one-who-is-stuck-LJless-at-work, dude_its_jude. no interaction possible but OOC is love.)
"Is Thursday over yet?" The bed was speaking.
Rikku blinked. And then sighed. And then climbed down next to the bed. "You ... wanna tell me what's, uh ... going on this time?"
"It's Thursday. We decided that we were going to give this one a miss, remember?"
Jude at least, this time, had blankets and a pillow while he was under the bed. Even better, he looked completely sane. Despite the stuffed chocobo that peeked out under his chin.
Rikku considered. And remembered that yeah, the past two Thursdays had been pretty darn awful. And okay, he looked really cute with the pillows and the blankets and the chocobo.
"We can't just skip it," she said. "Thursday's gonna happen whether we're here or not, y'know. Besides, there isn't any room for me under there and I've been told that Rikkus have magical anti-bad-stuff properties. Ask Kinto. Seriously."
Jude had a swift muttered conference with Kinto and then sighed. "I do have to go to work eventually anyway . . ."
"Can you call off?" Rikku shrugged. "I, uh, don't have any classes on Thursdays, you know. Or maybe I can come and keep you company. Kinto at least said he wants to go along. Something about your kebabs."
Jude blinked up at her, still refusing to crawl out from under the bed. ". . . can you screen my calls so I don't find out someone else died?"
Rikku nodded solemnly. "Give me your cell. I'll hang on to it while you're at work. Is that okay?"
Jude wriggled around a bit under the covers and his arm appeared with the cellphone - he'd at least gotten dressed before going into hibernation. ". . . we have to come out?"
Rikku took the cellphone, and then placed a light kiss on the tip of Jude's fingers. And peeled the covers up to peek in at him.
"Do you have room in there for a Rikku?" she asked. Very innocently. A lot.
Yes. She was cheating.
"We can try?" Jude suggested with a sheepish, tentative smile. He kept his hand extended, almost absently touching her cheek.
Rikku pocketed his cellphone and then carefully crawled under the covers. Which conveniently meant crawling next to Jude. "Hi, you," she said. And then gave him a more proper hello. That took a minute.
She examined the area. "Okay, kinda cramped under here. Not where I would've picked for a hideaway. I'm only gonna give it a six."
"Hi." Jude's bad mood didn't appear to be affecting his ability to say hello at all.
"I had to work with what I had," he said regretfully.
"Hang on a second," Rikku said, scooping Kinto up and turning him around. "Don't wanna scar him or anything." Because, you know, if Jude could say hello, he could probably also have the "good morning" / "how are you" / "I'm sorry you're having a bad day" conversation, and let's not give the Chocobo issues here.
Finally, she continued. "Yeah. Again with the cabins, huh? Maybe we make a bad-news bomb shelter after you get back from work." She thought for a minute. "Not sure where."
"Oh. Right." Jude got the 'good morning' out of the way, so it was a few minutes before he got around to answering her. "You can make the plans while I'm at work. You're smart with that stuff."
Rikku laughed. "No, remember, I'm not the brains, either." And leaned over for another light kiss. "How long until you have to leave?"
"Dunno. A bit." Jude nuzzled in a bit and muttered, "Sorry."
"For which? Having to work, or hiding out?" Rikku snuggled back, fingers playing lightly in his hair. "Work is just work, and you're hiding 'cause Thursday is out to get you. We need some serious anti-Thursday mojo. I'll see what I can dig up. Want me to come along? To your work I mean."
"Hiding out. And just being such a . . . wimp," he offered. "The last two weeks. Y'know." Jude kissed the tip of her nose. "If you could, that would totally rock. I'll make you a milkshake."
Rikku shook her head. "You're not a wimp. Why do you always say that? You had a couple of bad weeks and you're being avoidy. That's not a wimp thing."
She shrugged. "I can't stay all day 'cause I think I'm supposed to be sparring with Hamlet, and besides, I gotta build us a bunker. But I can totally come hang out for a while. Especially if there are milkshakes involved." She bounced a little. "I liked the orangey one from last time."
"Your dad thinks I'm a wimp," Jude pointed out.
But that made him smile. "Awesome, bra. I will make you an even better orangey one. With sprinkles. And we can take 'em back to the bunker. And then not come out until Saturday. 'kay?"
And that was Rikku facepalming. "Oh, no. What did my dad say? I TOLD him to be nice to you and that sonova..."
She leaned over to kiss him, firmly but quickly. "Listen. My dad's a moron. Do not listen to him. And oooh, a two-day bunker? I guess that rules out the beach. This requires some planning."
Jude chuckled nervously. "D-don't worry, bra, he didn't really say anything other than that I looked like a wimp and I was probably gonna die as soon as we got to Spira." He nuzzled in. "Just in case . . . don't build it in the middle of the woods?"
Rikku glared. "That jerk! I told him to be nice to you and he was all 'well, here's what I think' and I went, 'no one CARES what you think, you can't even keep the Al Bhed to-'"
She rolled away a bit, staring off at nothing. "N-never mind. Just. He's an idiot. Don't w-worry about him." She shivered. "And I think I'm kinda jumpy about the woods anyway, uh, after ... you know."
Jude frowned, his arms tightening around her. He kissed her neck. "Hey, bra, what's up? Now you're all bad-moody. And we're not even under your bed."
Rikku shook her head. "Nothing. I'm fine. It's ... you're having a bad Thursday again and it's totally not, you know. A thing or anything."
She leaned a little in case maybe he wanted to do more of that neck-kissing. Because she was always interested in that, yes please and thank you.
Well then Jude had to kiss her neck again. Because really, how couldn't he? "If you're sure . . ." he said reluctantly.
Rikku sighed a little and stretched out. Neck-kissing always took priority over worrying.
"I'm ... sure," she said distractedly. "Worried about ... home, and ... Pops won't ... money. Stupid." She lifted her chin up a little and curled her fingers in his hair.
He nuzzled under her jaw before dragging his tongue the length of her throat. "Won't what?"
And that was the shivery sigh of a Rikku who had completely forgotten what they were talking about. "Wha ... who?" She twisted her fingers in his hair and let out a soft moan.
So Jude gave up. Maybe if he kept this up he wouldn't have to get out from under the bed. His hand slid up her back as his mouth slid down her neck before settling in for some serious nibbling.
Rikku gasped and wriggled a little, no longer caring if they ever got out from under the bed, if he went to work, or if a massive bomb was dropped on Kraken by alien fish monsters. One hand was still clutching his hair while the other brushed lightly over his neck, stopping to play idly with the collar to his t-shirt.
Jude let out a breathy 'dude' as he drew away just long enough to move his mouth to that soft spot where her neck met her shoulder, drawing skin into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing and kissing.
She shuddered and didn't even realize that she was hooking a knee around his legs, or pulling him closer and over her, which wouldn't quite work right because they were half-under a bed and she should seriously be getting up now and he needed to go to work and they were still in a cabin and so she really, really shouldn't be reaching down for a fistful of his shirt and wishing she could peel it off, and why couldn't it be evening already? And then he sucked lightly on her skin and her eyes crossed and she forgot all of that anyway, because ... dude.
Jude was all for the continued necking and working on this hickie that he hoped would be a rather impressive one. He was also in favour of being pulled over her, which was the greatest idea in the history of ever until -
Rikku sighed again, because the hickie was going to be awesome and Jude was awesome and everything in the world was so, so, so awesome and -
"Ow!" Jude winced, his head having connected with the frame and his hair getting stuck in the mattress springs.
"Oh! Sorry!" Rikku sat up partway with a gasp. "I'm so sorry! I was just ... and you ... I didn't mean to!"
She reached over to try to disengage his hair from the springs and ... oh, seriously not good.
"'Sokay," Jude winced, losing a few blond strands. He clambered a little awkwardly over her and sprawled onto his back on the floor of the alcove, trailing blankets but at least out from under the board. "Haaarsh . . ."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Rikku was trying not to flail. "I was kinda, you know, and you were all? And I was ... I'm so sorry."
She scooted a little out of the way and sat up, starting to pull the covers out so she could toss them back up on the bed. "But you kinda have to go anyway, yeah? I mean, for work, and ... not that I wasn't, uh. I kinda didn't care a minute ago if you went at all, but ... you know."
"Yeah . . ." Jude said sadly, sitting up and looking dejected.
"It's okay," Rikku said, tousling his hair lightly. "We made it out from under the bed. So now you just gotta go to work, and I'll stop by for milkshakes, and then, to the bunker! Yeah? ... Uh ... you know anywhere we can set up a bunker?"
"Uh . . ." Jude thought very hard about this. "No?"
Rikku reached over to muss up his hair. "Okay. I'll see what I can figure out."
Jude climbed to his feet with a sigh before drawing her up and kissing her lightly. "Dun wanna go to work . . ."
Rikku nuzzled back. "I know. I don't want you to go either." She really, really didn't. But she should totally be the responsible one here, right? ... Right. "But I don't get milkshakes if you don't, right?"
"True," Jude allowed, resting his forehead against hers. "Guess I gotta go, bra."
"You, uh, maybe I walk down with you." There was a slightly evil grin. "And, uh, maybe we end up a little late?"
"I think I could be up for that," he said with a slow smile. He took her hand and made to leave, but stopped and dove under the bed again. "Forgot something!"
Rikku giggled. "If you get fired for opening the diner late, it is not my fault and we totally didn't stop in the park for smooches. Right?"
She turned, waiting as he hopped back. "You okay?"
"Totally." Jude reappeared and tucked Kinto in his pocket. "Just in case I need some portable mellow, y'know?"
"Totally," Rikku nodded. "Portable mellow is a serious necessity, some days. Especially Thursdays."
She took his hand and they started the walk downtown. They'd get there sooner or later.
(OOC: as usual, preplayed with the-one-who-is-stuck-LJless-at-work, dude_its_jude. no interaction possible but OOC is love.)