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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

Okay, so she'd kinda brought some extra toys for Janice. That was a requirement, right?

She had to figure out if somewhere had, like, plush guns. It was only fitting.

The Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center was totally open.

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She has squeaky plush toys.

"Sooo," Reno mused as he poked his head in the door. "You get your freakish monster fix yet this week?"

Totally valid greeting material, right there.

Rikku grinned. "Those birds were total lightweights," she laughed. "And they didn't even have good loot. So disappointing."

Right. Totally a letdown. You could tell by how she was glowing and all.

"Eh, they were exercise anyhow," Reno mused, and then shrugged. "Deadpool an' I figure that if there are pamphlets handed out sayin' that Fandom's populated by nothin' but slow old folk an' plump kids, we'll get more like that, zoto."

Not that he'd had bonding time with Deadpool or anything. That would be ludicrous.

"Plump kids that bathe in ranch dressing," Rikku decided. "I mean, I do, pretty regularly. And then I smack myself around with a meat tenderizer. See, I'm way kinkier than you realized."

"I was thinkin' whipped cream, actually. But ranch dressin' does sound better, don't it? Little more filling, that way. Or somethin'."

Reno gave a knowing little nod. And then grinned. "I dunno. I think I'd prefer you in whipped cream, though."

He was shameless.

Now seemed like a good time to lean on the counter. "You know, believe it or not? My schedule tonight is totally free."

"What a coincidence," Reno mused. "Looks like mine is, too, yoto."

A beat. A smirk.

"Should I bring whipped cream, or ranch dressing?"

"Ranch dressing would get kinda sticky," Rikku decided. "And then the whole room would smell like ranch dressing for weeks. That'd get old pretty fast, I think."

"Whipped cream it is!"

It was always good to get the important questions in life answered and out of the way. "You been up to anything interestin' lately?"

"Not really," she sighed. "I kinda miss having Janice around, to watch? I mean. I know she's still in town, but ... she's not just hanging out in my room any more. That's weird, right?"

"I dunno," Reno replied with a shrug. "We had her for nearly a week. She kinda grows on a person, yeah? Why not pay her a visit sometime? Cable's still got her, right?"

"Hopefully she's upstairs," Rikku said, bouncing on her toes. "I brought toys in, in case he was gonna stop in. I might take them up there later and pester him. And hey, if we didn't have the room back, that'd mean no adventures with ranch dressing or whipped cream."

That deserved a grin. "So you'll just have to see if you can take my mind off it."

"I think I can handle that, yo," Reno decided, giving a smirk and a bit of a nod. "I got a few surprises up my sleeve now an' then still, after all."

Sometimes more literally than others.

"Do you?" Rikku said, eyes and innocent as she could make them. "I mean, I'm already pretty impressed, over here. Does it do tricks?"

His sleeve?

"Define 'tricks,'" Reno mused, "an' then I can tell you yes or no."

No, just her usual euphemisms making pronouns a bit messy.

"I mean, I'm already impressed with what it does," she said, and she was blushing, now. "I just thought maybe it learned the hula or something."

If they made hula-hoops that size?

There were rings about that size. That is not what they were invented for, however.

Reno leaned forward and smirked. A lot of smirking. He could smirk for an olympic gold medal, really.

"Still got that back room?"

Also, he was incorrigible.

Smirks were not good for her knees. Puddles of knees. How was she supposed to stand upright with knee-puddles?

"Cable probably has ... security stuff back there," she managed. "Cameras and ... y'know."

Which meant they totally couldn't. Really.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he mused, straightening up again and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Ain't no whipped cream back there anyhow."

Yes. Yes, he knew he was horrible.

She shoved him, playfully. "I'm not getting fired because you like playing it risky," she laughed. "Then I wouldn't get to come hang out with guns every week."

"Yeah, but you get to take me home," Reno pointed out, and then stuck out his tongue. "But if you insist, I'll leave you work, yo. See you later?"

"You don't have to leave," she grinned. "I'm just not going to ... you know."

Have sex with him in a backroom?

"Oh, sure, suck all the fun outta it," he teased, leaning over the counter again to grin at her. "You know, this weekend is Doji's birthday, too. You got somethin' picked out for her? I'm thinkin' I'll give her an IOU. Some kinda bottle of booze, seein' as she's the connoisseur an' I drink fermented pig swill, zoto."

Well. An IOU, and a pretty pretty unicorn with sparkle power. But she'd asked for that.

"She's kinda hard to shop for," Rikku noted, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "I'm sure I'll think of something. We can go celebrate, maybe. Drinks out and karaoke, yeah? I think we owe them drinks anyway."

Moddable Zen. Ohhhhm.

Only if you have permission! (Hint: you probably don't.)

I am scared to search online for plush guns.

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