Room 429 Late Afternoon

"Permission to crawl under the bed and die, sir?" Phone calls. Phone calls were the worst idea that every freaking universe out there could possibly have come up with. Phone calls were going to be the death of Reno, one of these days. This phone call felt like it had the potential. Freaking phone calls. Tseng smiled, faintly. "I take it you're back to yourself, then. Good. We need to speak, Reno." What Reno wanted to say was "Fuck you you fucking fucker fuck fuck fuck." What Reno did say was... read more

Rikku was in her room. Working on her mech droid thing for Invent-o-whatever class. Which was, thus far, a miserable failure, and not helped much by Petey attempting to eat the outlying bits of it. That was okay. It was a mech droid. Mech droids were safe. Not arguments or coats or anything else she wasn't thinking about. Because she wasn't. She was working on her mech droid. She had a fruit basket on her desk - hers, from class, because she hadn't given it to anyone yet. Because that seemed...

Roof. Nice and quiet up here. Stars. Roof, and trying not to think about ... anything . Thinking was bad. Stars: way better. Party. She'd missed it. Because. Couldn't, right now. Not a party. So Rikku was up on the roof. Watching. Thinking. Trying not to think. (very, very open)

Turtle: Good evening, Fandom! You're listening to Turtle and Jeff on WTFH Radio, here to bring you all the news fit to print. Or, in this case, broadcast. We are no longer wee itty bitty children, I'm back to being sixteen and old enough to drive, heck yeah! , and Jeff has back his sleeves! Jeff: They were in my closet. I had to use a stick, but it's better to go in the closet than to have no sleeves. Turtle: ... And that, my friends, is advice to live your life by, let me tell you. We've...