Room 308, Saturday Morning

[the_merriest]

Rikku didn't want to wake up yet. It was warm and cozy under the covers, and just the sort of morning where you wanted to snuggle and be lazy and stay in bed all day. Or at least until it was early afternoon

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[weetinyturk]

The door didn't get a chance to open very far before a little boy launched himself forward to attach himself like cling-wrap to Rikku's leg.

He would have said something, but really, he got his expansive vocabulary from his taller, balder father, and he figured the hug just about said it all anyhow.

[the_merriest]

Rikku. Was.

She recognized that wee mop of hair and and and Rikku was trying very, very hard not to start crying.

She dropped to her knees to stare at him for a few seconds, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and okay, so much for not crying, because she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Rede?" she asked, her voice shaking.

And then she was going to wrap her arms around him and squeeze like he might disappear if she let go.

[raspberryturk]

Saturday morning. Week sucked. Prom was good. Night had been late and awesome and there had been teeth. Sleep time, now. So, so sleep time.

Knock at the door? Reno could ignore that. Bah, doors. They were stupid anyhow. He'd roll over, and hide under the covers, and the door person would go away. Yeah.

Or Rikku could get it. Yeah. That'd wor-

"Rede?"

Oh, you had better believe he was sitting up like a bolt, just then.

[weetinyturk]

Rede didn't mind the squishy hug one bit. He hadn't had a hug quite this squishy in a year, and he'd missed it, and he was going to snuggle his face into Rikku's shoulder and not sniffle.

Turks didn't sniffle. Not even if his Reno and his Rude had told him it was okay to, sometimes. He was pretty sure they were just saying that to be nice.

"Hi," he said, because he really couldn't think of anything else to say.