MHA #1 looked a bit like a crime scene. One that had been hit by a tornado ( 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... )

It was mooooooooorning. Morning was all warm and cozy. Even though Rikku was a little sunburned and a little hungover.

Ooooh, and she had a nifty ring on her left hand. From Sven and Marina Fellina Katarina Whoknowsina's superfly wedding. She couldn't believe the attendants hadn't thrown them out. She'd have to ask if anyone got a tape. Fake- ( 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... )

The cuddle pile was once again in configuration 2.0 - Dōjima, Reno, Rikku, Romeo - as Dōjima and Romeo were still not quite back to cuddling terms ( Read more... )

Rikku was asleep. Mostly. She was snuggling, and being an expert - mildly out of practice, but really, it's a quick habit to relearn - she could snuggle quite well without surfacing enough to wake up. So she wriggled closer to the warm body next to her and curled around him with a contented sigh. No reason to get up just yet, it was cold out and it ( Read more... )