Room 308: Evening: Pre-Dance Jitters
Rikku was a pile of nerves. And bounciness. And excitement. But mostly nerves.
Where did you even get a dress in this town? What kind of dress should she get? Why hadn't she thought about that before signing up for a "here, we'll find you a date for the dance" thing? Was it a date? Wasn't it? She didn't want to say it was if it wasn't. But then, she didn't want to say it wasn't, if it was.
She was pacing. And trying to pretend she wasn't nervous. She wasn't, really. At all. Much.
[OOC: Open for peeps, esp. roomie!]
Where did you even get a dress in this town? What kind of dress should she get? Why hadn't she thought about that before signing up for a "here, we'll find you a date for the dance" thing? Was it a date? Wasn't it? She didn't want to say it was if it wasn't. But then, she didn't want to say it wasn't, if it was.
She was pacing. And trying to pretend she wasn't nervous. She wasn't, really. At all. Much.
[OOC: Open for peeps, esp. roomie!]