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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[dark_slippy_thing]

"Your face is far more normal than mine is in this world," Valentine pointed out, then ate his other cookie. When he had swallowed, he continued. "It doesn't much matter where I go, I won't fit in, really."

And then, oh.

"I suppose the cat can't do it all," he said, carefully. "But it's a good way to celebrate, at least. With food and punching."

[the_merriest]

"That's what I thought," Rikku said, nodding. "About punching people. It'd cheer me up and all that. So I wouldn't think about it. And fitting in is overrated. I mean. I don't fit in. Look how I dress."