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The park, Monday noonish

After class, Jude had two choices. Go back to the dorms and sleep. Go back to the dorms and find Rikku, because he hadn't talked to her since Friday and was pretty sure that was a bad thing. So he chose option C, which was skateboarding in the park until he made up his mind and thus didn't consider it an actual choice.

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"You look cute," Jude assured her with a grin, his ears going pink at delivering this compliment.

Rikku giggled. "Well, you kinda have to say that, I mean, you're --"

She leaned over until she was almost bumping his nose with hers. "Hey, are you my boyfriend?"

Jude blinked. That was a question he had not been expecting so he supposed he wasn't entirely used to speaking Rikku yet. But still . . .

"Do you want me to be?" he asked hopefully.

Rikku giggled. "Hey, I asked you first!"

"I guess I just wanted to know, like, what's going on. Not that it's gotta be anything. I just asked."

She realized she hadn't answered the question, and tacked on a blush and a "and, uh, yeah, you know."

Jude stretched up for another upsidedown kiss. "Bra, I will totally be your boyfriend. Because I think you're cute and awesome and . . ." He trailed off as he caught up with himself and went with a matching shade of pink. "Yeah. That stuff."

Rikku pulled his toque over his eyes, then laughed. "You're all cute when you get flustered."

"We should probably move, you know. I can't believe nobody's tripped over us." Not that she didn't like him hanging out on her lap, though.

Jude was incredibly comfortable, but he could see her logic. Chuckling as he shook his toque out of his eyes he nodded and started to climb to his feet, holding out his hand for her. "There is one thing, bra . . ."

Rikku scrambled to her feet and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "Yeah? What's that?"

She remembered the scrap of paper in her pocket. "Ooh! I have something to ask you, too. Nothing to do with this, though."

"I'm, uh, kinda going home for the break next week," he said sheepishly, lifting a shoulder. "Didn't expect to have a reason to stick around, y'know?"

"Oh, okay." She scratched her head. "But ... I mean. You're coming back, right?" He'd better be.

"Hey, do you know what this is?" She unfolded the paper from her pocket and held it out to him.

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"'Course, bra. Totally coming back. And I can call, if you want?" Read: if that doesn't sound stalker-y.

He took the piece of paper but barely glanced at it before he said. "That's the Prince thing."

"Oooh, yeah! I mean, if you're not busy hanging out with your friends. Oh! Tell them I said hi! Wait, that's probably silly, huh?"

She squinted at the paper, and then him. "What prince?"

"I will totally tell them and you will probably get like the full interrogation from them sooner or later."

"Like, the Artist Formerly Known as Prince? He was Prince and then he changed his name to that," pointing at the symbol, "and then back to Prince. He's like this music dude from the eighties."

"Oooh, that sounds fun!" She grinned. "Plus I can totally ask them for dirt on you."

She blinked at him. "He's ... okay, see, this was during a sports-thing? It wasn't blitzball, just a bunch of people running around on a field. Seemed kinda boring. And then in the middle they stopped and this short dude wearing a lot of purple was singing and there were lasers and stuff, and he was standing on a symbol, but I haven't been able to find it anywhere."

She scratched her head. "He ... so, that was him?"

"Dude in purple? Was he short? And bra, I totally have no dirt. I am like dirt-free."

"Yeah. And the music was pretty cool, and ..." She tilted her head. "He shouldn't have seemed hot, but he totally was. It was weird. Like a hypnosis thing."

She laughed. "None at all? Man. What am I supposed to grill your friends about, then!?"

"Yeah, that was totally Prince," Jude nodded firmly. He scooped up his board and offered her his hand, intending to wander towards the school.

"Uh, I dunno? 'Cause if you want all the ex-girlfriend dirt, you can totally get that here."

She giggled. "So, wait. This symbol-thing, isn't some weird alchemical anything, it's just - something he changed his name to? Why would anyone do that?"

She took his hand and twined her fingers through his. "Hey, I thought you were dirt-free! Is any of the ex-girlfriend stuff good?" She wasn't sure if she wanted an answer to that one.

"Man, I wonder if I have any good dirt?"

"Yeah. I know, weird, huh? And when his name was Symbol-y Thingy, he got everyone to call him the Artist Formerly Known as Prince."

"Okay, so it's not really dirt dirt, in the bad dirt kinda way . . . ask me anything, really."

"Whoa, that totally defeats the purpose, doesn't it? I mean, calling yourself Symbol and then not having anybody call you Symbol anyway."

She scratched her head, suddenly realizing she wasn't sure she wanted to know, exactly. "You're not, like, hung up on any of them, are you?"

"I don't have any exes to dish on. There was one guy I really liked, but ..." She got quiet. "You know."

"Nah, don't worry," he said, squeezing her hand. "'Suna's like my best friend now, and I dumped Chad, so we don't really have much of the hang-ups. Just awkward."

He squeezed her hand again, telling her that he did know.

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