Room 503, Saturday Mid-Afternoon

[dojima_hime]

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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Re: First

[raspberryturk]

"I might have to break things more often, if there's gonna be popcorn and commentary involved," he replied, then dusted another leaf off of his lap and smirked. "I'm makin' a mess, aren't I?"

Re: First

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you are," she agreed, resisting the urge to pick another bit of monitor out of his hair. "Boys. Always breaking stuff and making messes. I think it's a requirement of the gender."

"Wait, who said you get any of the popcorn? Maybe I'm gonna keep it all to myself."

Re: First

[raspberryturk]

"Easy," he replied, sticking out his tongue again. "If I'm the one drinkin' and breakin' shit, then you're gonna have to share the popcorn to convince me to share my booze, yoto."