Tuesday Evening, Room 308
Rikku was pacing. And pacing. And pacing.
Because today she couldn't seem to shut up. And okay, most days she couldn't seem to shut up, but most days, she at least controlled the stream of chatter. Nudged it whichever way she wanted, smiled, lied. Politely or dismissively.
Today, she couldn't seem to do that. Things just came out, whole and unvarnished and messy. Ideas. Thoughts. Feelings.
This meant that Rikku was going to be in her room. Pacing. Worrying. And waiting the day out.
(the door is cracked, the post is open.)
Because today she couldn't seem to shut up. And okay, most days she couldn't seem to shut up, but most days, she at least controlled the stream of chatter. Nudged it whichever way she wanted, smiled, lied. Politely or dismissively.
Today, she couldn't seem to do that. Things just came out, whole and unvarnished and messy. Ideas. Thoughts. Feelings.
This meant that Rikku was going to be in her room. Pacing. Worrying. And waiting the day out.
(the door is cracked, the post is open.)