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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[the_merriest]

"Do you have someone to fix it?" Rikku asked. "I'm kinda good at taking things apart and putting them back together. They just don't work right when I do. And I have bits left over. So, uh, maybe not me, then."

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"Aw, Donnie's probably got it all figured out. That's his kinda thing, you know?" Mikey shrugged again. "It's allll good."