Room 308, Sunday Afternoon
Hmmm. Sunday. Rikku was working on a letter to send. It was to Tseng, of all people, and she couldn't believe she was thinking about writing to him, but it really felt like she should. Unfortunately, her letter-writing mojo was pretty crappy today.
Time for a break, then. She really felt like checking in with people, today. She picked up her phone and called her two favorite club-member alums, Dawn and Luke. She left a quick message for Romeo, since they hadn't really sat and talked in ages, and another for Deadpool, since she needed to check in with him. And one for Cable, to apologize for being nosy, if she was, and .... okay, she was in a naughty mood. She was totally allowed to call Reno and be evil.
Huh. She had a message she didn't recognize. Must be a wrong number? She called the guy back and let him down easy. Ooooh, and a new one! That sounded awesome! She called Ino back to let her know she was so up for that.
Wow, more messages! Well, then. She'd have to call back that rude guy, and the really sweet one, and the girl who wanted to call her Daisy. Huh.
Back to work. The letter wasn't going to write itself.
(Linkdroppy! Open! Viva la phone day!)
Time for a break, then. She really felt like checking in with people, today. She picked up her phone and called her two favorite club-member alums, Dawn and Luke. She left a quick message for Romeo, since they hadn't really sat and talked in ages, and another for Deadpool, since she needed to check in with him. And one for Cable, to apologize for being nosy, if she was, and .... okay, she was in a naughty mood. She was totally allowed to call Reno and be evil.
Huh. She had a message she didn't recognize. Must be a wrong number? She called the guy back and let him down easy. Ooooh, and a new one! That sounded awesome! She called Ino back to let her know she was so up for that.
Wow, more messages! Well, then. She'd have to call back that rude guy, and the really sweet one, and the girl who wanted to call her Daisy. Huh.
Back to work. The letter wasn't going to write itself.
(Linkdroppy! Open! Viva la phone day!)