Private Log (Backdated)
Characters: Rikku Drablane and Riku Nailwings
Content: Making good on their wager, Riku sets up a private lunch date for Rikku, away from the rest of the crew.
Setting: Engine room of the Winding Way
Time: Afternoon while docked in Abantaire
Warnings: Cuteness.
Riku had been careful to make certain his movements weren't noticed as he made his preparations for the date. The idea of having Rikku alone in the relative quiet of the far corner of the engine room appealed to him. It was nice, peaceful, and the other crew members who were likely to follow them to spy on them would shy away from the winding, confusing place.
At least in the engine room, tucked back in a quiet corner, they could at least pretend they had all the time and privacy they could have wanted.
But the question still hung in the air in the boy's mind as he strung up sheets to shape the light around the little table he had set for two.
What kind of date is this, anyway?
The implications of the question twisted his stomach in knots both pleasurable and uncomfortable at once. Was he reading too much into the cues Rikku had been giving him? Were there cues at all, aside from the fact they were friends.
Once the room was set, he had gone into the city to find something to carry back to the ship, something that he hoped she might like, based upon what she seemed to eat on the occasions they were together. Dessert, certainly, but no wine. Wine was too dangerous on many levels in that corner of the engine room.
Having obtained all of his materials and set them in care, he finally lit a single candle between the two plates, hoping that it wasn't too intimate, and went off to leave the final piece: a note under Rikku's door, so as to be unhackable in their network.
Content: Making good on their wager, Riku sets up a private lunch date for Rikku, away from the rest of the crew.
Setting: Engine room of the Winding Way
Time: Afternoon while docked in Abantaire
Warnings: Cuteness.
Riku had been careful to make certain his movements weren't noticed as he made his preparations for the date. The idea of having Rikku alone in the relative quiet of the far corner of the engine room appealed to him. It was nice, peaceful, and the other crew members who were likely to follow them to spy on them would shy away from the winding, confusing place.
At least in the engine room, tucked back in a quiet corner, they could at least pretend they had all the time and privacy they could have wanted.
But the question still hung in the air in the boy's mind as he strung up sheets to shape the light around the little table he had set for two.
What kind of date is this, anyway?
The implications of the question twisted his stomach in knots both pleasurable and uncomfortable at once. Was he reading too much into the cues Rikku had been giving him? Were there cues at all, aside from the fact they were friends.
Once the room was set, he had gone into the city to find something to carry back to the ship, something that he hoped she might like, based upon what she seemed to eat on the occasions they were together. Dessert, certainly, but no wine. Wine was too dangerous on many levels in that corner of the engine room.
Having obtained all of his materials and set them in care, he finally lit a single candle between the two plates, hoping that it wasn't too intimate, and went off to leave the final piece: a note under Rikku's door, so as to be unhackable in their network.