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-
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He grunted a little and winced, and then started taking mental stock of what had happened the day before. Bad clothing, drinking, obviously. A chapel?
He ran his thumb along the ring that was on his finger, and cracked open one eye. There was a fine art to waking up with a hangover, and Reno, fortunately, was a much-practised master of not killing himself with sunlight en route directly from the window into his brain.
"Heeey. Mornin', Mrs. Abergoo-Higurwhatever."
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Pale redhead, so, he wasn't ever going to manage a tan. Probably.
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"Ow," he confirmed. And then offered her a sheepish smile. "Sunscreen, next time. And a hat. Maybe I'll borrow yours, yo."
Her hat was kind of special. It almost matched his fish tie, if you squinted and pretended it was an attempt at art nouveau. "Some day yesterday, huh?"
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"You'd look awesome in a pimp hat," Rikku said. Well. He would. "You could get the whole outfit together, hat, and one of those long coats, and a pimp cane? I'd totally be your ho."
She was eying him carefully, watching for any signs of panic. Maybe he hadn't woken up the whole way yet?
"It's not legal," she added quickly. "I mean. Since we used the fake names and all."
Pre-emptive warning.
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