Rikku (
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and at last I see the light ♫♪
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
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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.
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.
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[ There's a little rise overlooking the water, that he may or may not have scouted out earlier. He spreads the blanket out and motions for her to sit. ]
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[She flops down on the blanket, grinning]
Agh, I can't wait until summer when I can go swimming in that ocean.
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I'll have to come back and visit over the summer.
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[Ironhide won't want to stay once it gets warmer, and the bots have badges to collect. Rikku moves to lean against Cliff, a little sad now]
You've got a flier, right?
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[ He scoops her up again, depositing her onto his lap ]
You're not gettin' rid of me.
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[She laughs and cuddles close]
Good, because I don't wanna.
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And I love you too, Cliffjumper. I dunno why everyone's making a big deal about today and saying if you don't do something special today your boyfriend doesn't love you. You should just know, y'know?
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[That gives her goosebumps and she does squirm away with a giggle]
Not fair1
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wtf my shift key
stupid shift keys
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