Room 308, Monday Afternoon, After Class

[the_merriest]

Rikku was sprawled on her bed, chewing a pen and composing a letter to Yuna. A way, way overdue letter to Yuna. Which was getting longer and longer and longer. See, this was a good reason not to stall on letters: they turned into massive thousand-page novels. At least, they did if you were Rikku and couldn't ever shut up.

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[l1ttle_billy]

In what Billy would sort of compare to a mid-life crisis, he decided to do something he'd not done in his entire tenure at Fandom. Look for random open doors and see who was about.

He knocked on Rikku's door.

[the_merriest]

"It's open," she called. "Ow! Petey. No. You can't eat the letter, and let's not eat my fingers, either."

[l1ttle_billy]

"Hey Rikku. Who's Petey and why is he trying to eat you?"

[the_merriest]

"Petey," she said, nodding to the orange yowling kitten who was now chewing merrily on her pen. "They call him Cuban Pete. He's the king of the rumba beat. And he just likes to chew. He's not very bright."

[sarcasm_guy]

Still wandering the halls.

Sokka poked his head in the door. "Good afternoon! How are your shoes treating you, today?"

[the_merriest]

"Sokka!" she waved. "They're on strike. No marching around without pay. And the loafers say I don't appreciate them. They're right. They suck. They're loafers."

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka leaned down and gave them the stinkeye. "HEY!!! No loafing!!!"

Of course, his boots used the opportunity to trip him up, so they could get some quality snuggle time while he was face-first on the floor.

[the_merriest]

"Whoa," Rikku said, leaning over. "Dude. You okay? Your boots are all crazy."