Citrus. All day. She'd been smelling it and tasting it whenever she licked her lips and apparently it was everybody? Weeeeeeeird.

Tangerine on her lips and kinda blood orange-y on her arms and peach on her wrists and lemony on her shoulders and there were some spots she couldn't reach, dang it.

This required assistance. Knock knock knock!

(for ( Read more... )

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.

( Letter to Yuna )

So Rikku remembered going to Caritas, and finding Animal there, and doing shots. And then doing more shots. And then something about Cuban Pete and the PA system and everything after that was a blur ( Read more... )

Jude had wondered about the identity of the tiny yet adorable turtle trying to get to his feet in the middle of their floor for all of about a minute and a half before realizing that there was that distressing tendency dudes around here had for turning into weetiny versions of themselves. "Don't worry, Mikey-bro, it'll be okay," he assured the wee ( Read more... )