Summer was almost over, and Rikku wasn't sure what would happen at the end of it. She felt restless, like something was unsettled. Maybe it was time for them to move on ( Read more... )

Rikku was nineteen years old today! Actually, she was nineteen years yesterday, but she was nineteen today, too, and she'd be nineteen tomorrow. She was going to be nineteen for the next several months.

So yesterday she had received an awesome package from the other half of the posse, and she was going to call them back and bounce. And yesterday ( Read more... )

Things that Rikku hated: the temple at Kilika, New Yevonites, old Yevonites, Spira, people who insisted on trying to fight each other instead of maybe trying to get along for once in their stupid lives, and worst, having to hold all of that in while playing stupid freaking diplomat for a bunch of jerks ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Finals were over, and it was kinda cold out. Which made it a perfect night for staying in, snuggled up with blankets and hot chocolate.

"We could watch movies," Rikku said. "It seems like a movie kinda night. So long as it's something completely brainless, 'cause my brain is all pfffurtz."

(for the boy whose room it is)

Discovering Reno and her Pops chatting it up in Caritas wasn't good. Maybe it wasn't bad, yet, because Reno wasn't missing any limbs, but she did not for a moment believe that it was going to be that easy. Cid had threatened Jude, for crying out loud ( Read more... )

Okay. So. She'd tried sleeping some, last night. Got some sleep. Not much.

He sounded like hell on the radio; she felt like hell, right about now.

So Rikku was going to sit, hugging her knees, by door 429.

(for he whose door was modded with permission. note: this conversation gets kinda serious, touching on his drinking issues, so viewer ( Read more... )

( A Date, and An Unexpected Phone Call )

It wasn't even dawn yet but Rikku couldn't get back to sleep. Lying here wasn't helping anything, either. So -- as quietly as she could -- she got up and tiptoed to the door of 429, stepping carefully past the cots and sleeping bags and hoping not to wake anyone ( Read more... )

Rikku was in her room. Working on her mech droid thing for Invent-o-whatever class.

Which was, thus far, a miserable failure, and not helped much by Petey attempting to eat the outlying bits of it.

That was okay. It was a mech droid. Mech droids were safe. Not arguments or coats or anything else she wasn't thinking about. Because she wasn't. She ( Read more... )