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Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

Okay, Macalania had crystal blue trees, but that wasn't nearly as awesome as walking to work in purple rain. Big, fat drops of it. So cool.

She stopped to take a few pictures on her cellphone, because Yunie had to see this. So, so awesome.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open. And bouncing about the purple rain.

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She's all about the purple rain, right here.

It was a very soggy Reno who stumbled into the Arms after his fitness class with Bond.

Stumbled up to the counter, leaned right over it, and just stared at Rikku.

"They made me get in the pool," he informed her. And yes, he totally was whining.

"You got to swim?" Rikku gasped. "No fair! That'd be awesome! What class is that? Why am I not taking that class?"

"Summer fitness. Taught by that Bond guy." Reno was all deadpan. Except for the pout. "First class was good. Runnin' and pushups an' shit. But this class, he has us swimming."

There was a pause, and then Reno frowned a little more.

"If I went and pretended I could swim, they would'a had to fish me outta the deep end, clothes and all."

"How deep was the deep end?" Rikku asked, trying very, very hard not to giggle. She was scared of lightning, and it wasn't nice to tease. "I mean, pools don't usually go very deep at all. That's not nice of him, taking you out deep."

Heck, most pools you could still see the bottom. And they had diving boards for that? Were they crazy?

"I dunno," Reno replied with a shrug. "Deep enough my toes couldn't touch the bottom. I kinda stayed in the shallow part."

Less a chance of dying a horrible drowning death if he stayed in the shallow end.

"But you can hold your breath now, right?" Rikku said calmly. "If someone noticed you weren't coming back up, they'd grab you, and that wouldn't take very long. How long are you up to?"

And really, how did Reno not float?

... then again, she'd seen him naked, and he had ... like. No body fat. At all.

Reno sank like a freaking rock. He was, after all, a recovering not-quite-crack-but-it-could-almost-be addict... thing.

Not really. But kinda. Mako was mean. Not the ferret.

"Five and a half minutes? Six. Somethin' like that? Been workin' on it."

Which didn't change the fact that he sank like a freaking rock.

"All you need to do is kick," Rikku said. "Really. Kick and move your arms and you'll break the surface eventually. I should get you, like, a GPS thing. Start sinking, and then press it, and I'll come rescue you."

"Figure you can get there in five and a half minutes, wherever I'm at?" Reno was maybe smirking faintly. A little. Even if he was soggy and cranky and ... cranky.

"You bet I can," Rikku smiled. "Expert diver. I'll come running, zoto."

He was cute when he was soggy and cranky. And whining about having to swim.

"Well, there we go. Bonus points if I'm drownin' in Mexico, yo."

What?

Mexico had been a very nice place to drown.

"No swimming while drunk," Rikku giggled. "That's rule number one, zoto. I catch you drowning because of mezcal, and I might just wait a couple minutes to make you sweat it out."

"Hey, fair enough. Think I should use the GPS button if I'm drunk and I'm walkin' by a tattoo parlor, too?"

Just in case?

"Definitely," Rikku laughed. "Otherwise, I can't get pictures."

She hopped around the counter, finally, leaning up for a quick hello sort of kiss. "I should take you swimming some time, zoto."

"And send 'em off to Rude, and play 'em up like blackmail, yeah." Reno grinned and leaned forward to that kiss. That nice, soggy, less-cranky-than-he-was-a-moment-ago kiss. "What should I get on the other cheek, anyhow? Make it good."

"Property of Rikku," she decided cheerfully. "With a little tagline under it that says touch my man and die. And maybe some dancing moogles around it just for show."

"Do they make tattoos that dance, now?" Reno had to tilt his head in consideration. "See, I'd pay extra for a tattoo of you, crawlin' around on my ass. And maybe pointin' and laughin' at the other cheek every now and then, yo."

Reno's head was not in sane places after that swim, apparently.

"Man, if they make moving tattoos, your drunk baby chocho should've been giggling and falling over. Wark!"

El doll-o go wark!

"Putting me there might be a bad idea, anyway, zoto. It'd just be weird for me to see me, and if anybody else saw me, the tattoo would try to kick their ass."

Worf stomped into Wellspring looking extremely grumpy.

Of course since he was in Johnny's body, he just looked like Johnny was being extremely grumpy.

Which was no where near as grumpy.

However the smoke coming off Worf might add a little to effect.

"Meditation room!" he snapped. "Is it open?"

Rikku stared for a few minutes, and then nodded. "Um. Yup!" she said. "It is. Welcome to the Wellspring Arms and ... Meditation Center? So you've ... used the Meditation Room before, then?"

"Yes! Of course I have!" Worf said standing at attention. "I am Worf! Son of Mogh! I. AM. KLINGON."

The was a brief burst of flame from Worf's clenched fists which seemed to take his temper down a notch as he realized what happened.

"Just. Not at the moment."

Rikku stared for a long moment.

"Worf!?" she managed. "This is even weirder than when you were a kitten. Um. Does Johnny know you're ... Johnny today!?"

"There was an experiment," Worf grumbled. "That should not have worked."

"Are you ... stuck?" Rikku said. "Have you been catching on fire a lot? Um. 'Cause you kinda lit up a second ago, I don't know if you noticed that, but you might wanna be really careful with that? Because you could totally burn some things and not even know it?"

"Yes. I am stuck," Worf grumbled. "And the fire aspect of this form is rather... irritating."

"It looks kinda cool," she had to admit. "Does it hurt? You were kinda burning, is all. It seems like that'd hurt."

"There is no pain," Worf said gruffly. "However this is not natural. At all. I should be back in my own body."

"Being a kitten wasn't natural, either," Rikku chirped. "It's Fandom, you get used to it. Um. So is Johnny you, or are there just two Johnnys today?"

"He has my body," Worf grumbled. "However at least no one will try to tie a ribbon around my neck."

...

"Not that I recall such an event ever occuring."

"The ribbons were adorable," Rikku cooed. "You were such a grumpy kitty! I had so many scars."

"Cuddling a grumpy kitten will do that."

...

"Or so I am told."

"It's okay," Rikku said cheerfully. "They were so worth it."

Like she didn't have kitty scars already.

Worf let off a small grunt of displeasure which didn't sound that impressive when it came from a human body. Or at least that's what Worf thought.

"This island seems to be out to humiliate me," Worf grumped. "Hopefully I can find some refuge in meditation."

Mod your zen. Ohhhhm.

Pew! Pew! Pew!

PUR-PLE-RAIN! PUUUUUUUUUURPLE RAIN!

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