Rikku and Reno walked, they blinked, they didn't get eaten by scary demon angels that were going to be in her nightmares for the next week. That was ... good. Yes. Okay.

And then they'd found their way back to his room and collapsed in a pile of trying not to freak out a whole lot.

And that's when Rikku remembered that she had major info for ( Read more... )

Rikku was sitting on her bed, working on her project for Inventiontronics.

Because that would mean not trying to blow up more angel statues, or screaming, or crying.

Just wiring things. And trying to keep Petey away from the wires. And fidgeting. Lots of that.

(expecting a call - or, rather, a txt msg - but door and post both wide open)

Rikku was on the roof. Rikku was okay.

Rikku was not okay. But Rikku was going to pull it together and be okay anyway, because she was a Guardian, dammit, and she didn't have time for this ( Read more... )

Okay. It was all okay. She'd gotten a letter from Mel and she was keeping it with her, folded in her leg-pouch in case she needed to pull it out and stare at it and worry more. Which she seemed to do a lot ( Read more... )

Rikku was sitting cross-legged in the hallway outside room 429, waiting for Reno to get back from his radio broadcast. Feeling unsettled and nervous and jumpy ( Read more... )