Monday Morning, Room 308
When Rikku woke up, she was relieved to see that she was, in fact, sixteen again. Sixteen: all sorts of good. 5'2" felt pretty damn tall this morning.
She yawned, and stretched, and did the same mental recon as always after a weekend of Fandom Crazy: so, who should I apologize to, and who should I thank profusely, and who should I hide from and hope they never see me again?
She had smashed Reno's laptop - that was bad. And made a similar attempt at "fixing" Dick's robot. And told Lucas how pretty he looked in her hat, which had been oddly traumatic for him? Then she'd been invited to Savannah's wedding, which she'd somehow missed. Possibly for naptime. Thoroughly embarrassed herself in front of Hermione: check. Lectured Sokka not once, but twice, on saying please and thank you: also check. Meg had made her pancakes, and the turtle-guy (Mikey!?) had had pizza, so at least she'd eaten. Or, you know, gotten food all down her front. The Turtle-guy had been kind enough to give both her and her chocobo a much-needed wipe-down.
There had been more, right? Rikku rubbed her eyes. Hunting vampire bunnies with Mel and Dawn. She had ... crashed into Host Club, totally missing the point of it, and then the terrible foursome had played tag in a shooting range. Which had thankfully had water pistols and darts. Somewhere in there she was sure there had been a puppet show, too. And a real actual airplane ride, courtesy of Professor Skywalker. And something about telling John Sheppard he couldn't really speak Al Bhed.
Apparently, being three years old did wonders for your social life?
She was going to look on the bright side, here. Which was that, all told, being three was still less humiliating than being a five-inch-high thief.
(For linkdrop. Also open to anyone who wants to chatter with the flaily girl.)
She yawned, and stretched, and did the same mental recon as always after a weekend of Fandom Crazy: so, who should I apologize to, and who should I thank profusely, and who should I hide from and hope they never see me again?
She had smashed Reno's laptop - that was bad. And made a similar attempt at "fixing" Dick's robot. And told Lucas how pretty he looked in her hat, which had been oddly traumatic for him? Then she'd been invited to Savannah's wedding, which she'd somehow missed. Possibly for naptime. Thoroughly embarrassed herself in front of Hermione: check. Lectured Sokka not once, but twice, on saying please and thank you: also check. Meg had made her pancakes, and the turtle-guy (Mikey!?) had had pizza, so at least she'd eaten. Or, you know, gotten food all down her front. The Turtle-guy had been kind enough to give both her and her chocobo a much-needed wipe-down.
There had been more, right? Rikku rubbed her eyes. Hunting vampire bunnies with Mel and Dawn. She had ... crashed into Host Club, totally missing the point of it, and then the terrible foursome had played tag in a shooting range. Which had thankfully had water pistols and darts. Somewhere in there she was sure there had been a puppet show, too. And a real actual airplane ride, courtesy of Professor Skywalker. And something about telling John Sheppard he couldn't really speak Al Bhed.
Apparently, being three years old did wonders for your social life?
She was going to look on the bright side, here. Which was that, all told, being three was still less humiliating than being a five-inch-high thief.
(For linkdrop. Also open to anyone who wants to chatter with the flaily girl.)