She was mostly packed. Okay, she was totally packed, except for Petey, lying on the middle of her floor and burbling happily with one of his toys. But she liked calling it mostly packed, anyway. It sounded less final ( Read more... )

Rikku didn't really want to pack. She had to, but she was still a bit mopey on the whole deal. She'd stay in touch with everyone, but it wasn't the same ( Read more... )

Rikku didn't want to wake up yet. It was warm and cozy under the covers, and just the sort of morning where you wanted to snuggle and be lazy and stay in bed all day. Or at least until it was early afternoon ( Read more... )

Anyone passing by room 308 Wednesday evening might have overheard an Al Bhed girl softly singing a lullaby.

No, she wasn't gremlin-bit. Just baby-sitting the most adorable, awesome little one ever. (Not counting any of hers that she had met, of course ( Read more... )

Rikku was organizing. Her room, that was. Everything in the known universe sucked, majorly, and nothing made any sense, and saving the world: that still sucked pretty hardcore. She couldn't organize any of that -- to be honest, she didn't understand half of it. (Like ... why she'd woken up alone at the clinic. Reno left?) And some of it she didn't ( Read more... )

Okay, so, her random stop in at work had led to ... babysitting. Right. For a chubby-cheeked adorable little angel who had mercenaries and hired killers from different timelines and dimensions trying to kill her ( Read more... )

Last year, after the Valentine's Day dance, Rikku had woken up in a strange room, cuddled up against this crazy-but-awesome guy with bright red hair. She had panicked, borrowed clothes from him, and fled ( Read more... )

Right! So! She'd finished work and Dojima-the-awesome had helped with her hair and she had a dress and she had a necklace and she had a ring and she had a Turk. ... Okay, she'd have a Turk any minute now.

In the meantime, she could always fidget more.

Amazingly enough, after a weekend of zipping around like a super-deformed chibi sort of five-year-old who was also some variety of superhero -- after all, she and her sister had nearly thwarted that weird cat-lady, and had totally intimidated the, uh, cape-wearing duck -- Rikku's first thought was not "I am never showing my face again." Or even " ( Read more... )

"Aaaaaaaand then we pass the sugar!" Bubbles chirped happily. "Would you like another cookie, Mr. Bigglesworth?"

Mr. Bigglesworth yowled unhappily. Petey was very, very tired of playing tea party.

"No? How about you, Mr. Kitty-dog?"

Abducting Timon for a tea party was easy enough. Remembering his name? That was difficult.

(FOR THE MEERKAT, YOTO ( Read more... )