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 "
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Turk thing.
Which is why when he did wake up, he didn't think it was particularly strange that he was curled up in a ball on Rikku's floor. He'd done weirder.
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"At least I didn't nearly burn the dorms down, this time," he noted, sitting up and staring at Rikku, kind of bewildered. Oh, Fandom.
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"That was you?"
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"You were an adorable meerkat," she giggled. "Unless you're something that came in the middle of the night and ate the meerkat. I was the adorable little blonde girl who was some kinda superhero."
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It was important, okay. He'd spent his weekend trying to eat bugs. He needed snuggles.
Even if it wasn't much different from eating the mezcal worm...
"Meerkat was me. Should I start callin' you Bubbles from here on? It kinda suits you, zoto."
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"Was your name Mister Meerkat, or was that me being dim?" she laughed. "Man, I always turn really cute and really stupid, when this kinda thing happens. Kinda worried about what that means, y'know."
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