Third Floor Common Room of Face-Punching, Friday Night

[the_merriest]

Okay, so lunch had been a wash, and Rikku didn't go around inventing holidays in order to not punch people in the face.

So the third floor common room was crammed full of all the moddable snacks she could get her grabby little hands on, and she'd even made a banner:

Happy Hu Uha Eh Vyhtus Ghufc So Ranedyka Yhofyo!

That was all the warning anybody was going to get.

... Of course, the snacks looked good enough that she'd probably risk a few hits in order to snag some. That was how these fake holidays went, you know.

(OOC: Come one, come all! Remember: snacking means punching in the face. Come for the snacks, stay for the gratuitous violence?)

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Oh, the crumpled heap in front of her was looking. And so there was a fist rising up at her face from the floor. Somewhat unsteadily.

[the_merriest]

BLAM! And Rikku stumbled back. Still chewing the M&Ms, though. And watching to make sure Sokka did a victory dance.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

It was more of a victory wobble, really. But he was doing it with panache.

He stopped and frowned at the chips and dip all down his shirt. And scraped a bunch of it off with his hand and ate it.

[the_merriest]

That meant it was time for another punch inna head.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

And down he went again, flailing more this time.

[the_merriest]

Rikku offered him a hand up. "You okay?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'll be all right," Sokka said with a grin. A trickle of blood was flowing from one nostril, and his chin was already turning bad colors.

He accepted the hand up -- but then shifted his weight, trying to pull her down.

[the_merriest]

And splat, Rikku landed in a heap half-on Sokka.

"Dork," she laughed. And kicked whatever part of him was closest.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"OW! Hey!"

Sokka threw an elbow at her.