5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been.)

But when a container of Lysol started hovering near his coffee-table-propped-feet, he really needed to jump up and protest. "They do not smell bad!" he informed the air, glaring.

It had been a very strange week.

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[withoutverona]

"And then you'd be ashes and I'd be sad and perhaps it is best none of this comes to pass," Romeo said.

[the_merriest]

"Plus that'd smell bad," Rikku said, focusing on perhaps the least important detail of the whole immolation affair. "So let's hope Fandom calms down soon?"

[withoutverona]

"You've been here a long time," Romeo noted. "Do times liek this usually pass and subsume?"

[the_merriest]

She grinned. "Usually, stuff's only weird on the weekends," she said cheerfully. "Just bits and pieces here and there. The weird stuff doesn't seem to be repeating, so I'm just gonna go with it."