and at last I see the light ♫♪

[machinamonkey]

Who: Rikku and Cliffjumper
Where: Olivine!
When: Valentine's Day (backdated)
Summary: They have a date!
Rating: Knowing these two? PG-13 maybe. Seriously, they're too dorky for much else
Log:

Valentine's Day, as a whole, seemed pretty silly to Rikku. Why put all your love and stuff on one day?

Then she went to the store a few times and realized it was more a case of "people wanting to sell stuff" than "people are really that weird here". Oh, well. Chocolate was going on sale soon, apparently, so Rikku wasn't complaining!

Of course, part of her not-complaining might have come from the fact that she and Cliff were going on another date that night. They'd been a few since their first one, but nothing really as special or memorable as their first one. Rikku'd spent most of the days leading up to it trying to find a decent outfit that would work for the beach and had settled on jeans (the best piece of clothing ever, seriously, why was this not a Thing in Spira yet?) and a shirt the color of Cliffjumper when he was a robot with "My Boyfriend is Better than Yours" on it in what the clerk had called a "flirty" font.

For once, she was done getting ready before Cliff and was sitting on the floor of the living room, taunting everyone with her laser pointer while she waited.

Comments

[machinamonkey]

[Rikku gives Rebel some ear scratches before tackling Cliff in a hug]

I love you. I don't deserve you.

[getthehorns]

That's the biggest load of scrap I ever heard.

[ He drapes the folded blanket over one shoulder and pulls her close. His expression and tone softens instantly. ]

You deserve everything.

[machinamonkey]

Hush, I'm being dorky.

[She grins and pulls him into a kiss]

[getthehorns]

[ He'll draw that out for a bit before pulling away ]

C'mon. Dinner's gonna get cold at this rate.

[machinamonkey]

It better not! I paid good money for that!

[She's practically skipping when they start heading towards town]

I hope they remember the cake, though.

[getthehorns]

You ordered cake?

[machinamonkey]

You expected me not to?

[getthehorns]

I wasn't expecting anything at all, so.

[ A shrug ] Not that I'm gonna turn down cake, mind you.

[machinamonkey]

I hope you like chocolate cheesecake then!

[This girl is going to rot her teeth out]

[getthehorns]

That's one I haven't tried yet.

[machinamonkey]

It's rich and chocolatey and if you wanna, I dunno, propose marriage at any time that is the cake you wanna get.

[A pause as she realizes what she said. Uhm.]

Hypothetically, I mean. So not ready for marriage yet but, uh...shutting up now.

[getthehorns]

[ He blinks a couple of times ]

How does that even work? Marriage, I mean.

[machinamonkey]

What, you guys don't have marriage? Weddings and stuff?

[getthehorns]

No idea what a wedding even is, so I'm gonna say no.

[machinamonkey]

Oh, really? Okay, so I dunno how Yevonites did it or how they're doing it now, but Al Bhed weddings are basically--

[And she proceeds go into great detail about it as they head for the restaurant. It's clear she loves weddings and marriage and all that]

[getthehorns]

[ Cliffjumper just listens with a look of mild fascination. ] Huh. Humans sure are weird.

[machinamonkey]

Really? Why's that? There's nothing weird about finding someone you wanna be with for the rest of your life, right?

[getthehorns]

Well, no. It's just how you go about it is what's weird to me.

[machinamonkey]

How do--hang on, we're here!

[Rikku ducks in, gets the food, and ducks out. There's a lot of food]

How do Cybertronians do it?

[getthehorns]

We bond.

What a Cybertronian is- what humans call heart, soul, all of that- is all in their spark. When you bond you open your spark up completely to each other and... become one, I guess. You share each others' thoughts, and emotions. You feel what they feel. There's no more "you". Just... "us".

It's not a ceremony with cake and dresses and a crowd of people. Just you and your partner, that's it.

[machinamonkey]

[Rikku smiles a little dreamily at that]

That sounds way better than a wedding. More...special, y'know?

[getthehorns]

[ He shrugs ]

It sounds romantic, anyway.

[machinamonkey]

[She doesn't ask if he found someone he wanted to bond with back home. He can't go home, and she knows it, so it would only hurt him]

It's definitely less stressful. My tw of best friends got married to each other, when I went back home but didn't leave, and I was sure Wakka was going to die from all the stress of his wedding!

[getthehorns]

[ He loops an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. ]

I like the idea of it bein' private better, but maybe that's just me.

[machinamonkey]

[She goes, leaning against him a bit as they head for the beach]

I'd wanna tell everyone, but I could see why people might like private better. Less annoying drunk party guests.