Room 308, Monday afternoon
Hey, it was a room. Rikku was going to plop her stuff down and trudge over to her bed.
Hey, it was a Petey, head-butting her. Peteys were good for that.
It had been a long, crazy weekend. Dragons, explosions, and rain. And then coming home again. Taking the guns back to Cable. Telling Deadpool. Going to class.
So now all she had to do was stretch out, and be purred at. Maybe sleep. Maybe cry. Maybe just close her eyes and not think about any of it any more.
That one sounded best, really.
(OOC: linkdroppy as all hell. Door is shut but post is open.)
Hey, it was a Petey, head-butting her. Peteys were good for that.
It had been a long, crazy weekend. Dragons, explosions, and rain. And then coming home again. Taking the guns back to Cable. Telling Deadpool. Going to class.
So now all she had to do was stretch out, and be purred at. Maybe sleep. Maybe cry. Maybe just close her eyes and not think about any of it any more.
That one sounded best, really.
(OOC: linkdroppy as all hell. Door is shut but post is open.)