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Room 503, Saturday Mid-Afternoon

Dōjima had listened to radio once she got up (late) this morning.

Dōjima was currently suppressing the desire to bang her head against the wall.

Red was an idiot. Clearly, confronting her at work was giving Rikku 'time'. Maybe she'd go throw a dictionary at his head later. That might be amusing.

Firing off a quick text message to Rikku, she tossed her phone on the nightstand and walked over to crack the window open just a bit, letting in some fresh air as she set about doing some spring cleaning. Going through her clothes and getting rid of last seasons' stuff might be a fun distraction, since it meant she could go shopping later.

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Yurika grinned slightly, looking smug. "If he does it, I'm supposed to get a picture of his boss's face. He also has to 'wark' and wiggle. Not at this upcoming graduation, though, he has to do it at our graduation. Those were the terms of the deal."

Romeo laughed at the mental image. "You know if they go in alphabetical order, he's probably right before Rikku," he pointed out. "Not that it would be anything she's not seen, but still."

"I'm going to die," Dōjima said cheerfully. "She's going to find out that it was my idea, which it was, and then she'll kill me. At least I'll die an amused woman, right?"

"You'll be up with the D's," he pointed out, leaning to kiss her temple. "I'll try to stop laughing long enough to restrain her before she gets to you."

"She's gotta cross the stage and finish throttling Reno before she gets to me, too, so that should give you time to save me."

"This is all assuming that Rikku doesn't kill him before we managed to graduate, but I figure that we can work out the minor details as we go."

"Pfft," Romeo said, waving a hand through the air dismissively. "If she hasn't blown him up this week, he may be safe. Or the island might find itself bored, and turn us all into newts tomorrow."

"No, it already turned some of us into newts," she teased, poking at his ribs. "Next week is bunnies."

He elbowed her right back. "Which would of course be such a change for some of us," he pointed out.

"Did you get turned into a rabbit, and no one told me?" she asked. "I'll have to be sure not to order hassenpfeffer if I go to Fina or anything like that."

He turned a little red. "I meant because of the amount of time we've been spending in bed, though I did have to blow up an evil killer rabbit in detention," he said.

"... I did say detention was strange."

"OH! That type of bunny!" she giggled, lighting up. "Do you really think we're that terrible?"

"No, wait, don't answer that."

Romeo followed directions very well.

He didn't answer.

He just smirked.

Which earned him a playful growl and a pouncing Yurika. If he was going to accuse her of such behaviour, well, he'd have to accept the consequences.

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