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Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

So Rikku had found a grumpy kitty in her Flight class, and lo and behold, it was the Worf!kitty! She'd totally have to take him back to Wellspring Arms tomorrow morning when she went in to work.

For now, she was going to keep him with her, and hope he didn't kill Petey.

Hmmm. This called for a few hours in the Common Room.

"Who's such a grumpy kitty?" she cooed, at the clearly miserable angry unhappy cat who was most likely plotting her death. "Who is that?"

(OOC: so, so, so open! IMPORTANT NOTE: the Worf!kitty hates (A) being a kitty (B) everything and especially (C) you. Some light modding is okay so long as you remember those three important points. Bring your own bandages!)

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"Rammu, Rikku, ruf yna oui?," Ella repeated, only stumbling a little over the new letter combinations. "It's pretty. is the grammar like ours?"

"Maybe I should wait until Monday to move, then," she added thoughtfully. "That way, you'll have a chance to tidy, and I wouldn't mind a last weekend on my own."

"E ys veha, dryhg oui! Yht oui?" Rikku giggled. "Oh! That's -- I'm fine, thank you, and you? The grammar's actually pretty similar so it's not too hard to pick up, it's just a matter of knowing the words and remembering all the little differences here and there, you know?"

If Ella was listening closely, she might detect a trace of an accent in Rikku's English, just when she switched back. She usually managed to speak without one, but sometimes it lingered when she hopped back and forth.

She nodded to the rest of it. "That sounds good. And if you decide you'd rather have a single, I mean, you can tell me Monday and we'll just decide to drop it, right? And if not I can help you move stuff. If that's cool and all."

"E ys veha - how do you say, 'as well'," Ella asked, concentrating, and trying to inflect her words as Rikku did. "Or roommate? No doubt I'll ask a million questions about it. Let me know if you get sick of it."

"I don't think I'll change my mind, but of course I would tell you if I did."

"'As well', that's just yc famm," Rikku said, almost giddy. "Roommate is -- hmmm. I don't think we have a word exactly the same? But you could smush something together. Nuussyda. I'm so not going to get sick of it, I was here for months and nobody spoke it and I miss hearing it. I kinda ... feel like I'm more me when I'm speaking it, you know?"

She had to consider that for a few seconds. "Was it like that, with your friend from Ayortharia?"

Well, she was close.

Ella gave a very definite nod. "One of the teachers would speak it with her, but most of the girls weren't interested in the least. They would make fun of her accent, too." Ugh, and her face showed her disgust.

"But it's just a lovely language. I have a friend at their court now, and he says they sing almost constantly." Also that he was bored out of his skull, but Ella was focusing on the positive.

"That's terrible," Rikku gasped. "I try hard not to have an accent, you know? Some people ... didn't even realize I was Al Bhed, at first. It's kinda ... back home, it's ... they think bad things about us. We're nice, honest, just ... we don't believe what they do? It's a huge mess."

She still couldn't believe no one here minded.

"Are you supposed to sing, in that language? That'd be a neat language." She attempted a quick little melody. "'I'm sorry, I must go buy some fruit.'"

"That's horrible," Ella said sympathetically. "People don't so much think bad things, about Ayorthaians? It's just they're ... you know. Different." She looked down her nose mockingly. "Not Kyrrian."

"They don't sing everything, but there'd be a song to sing walking to market, and a song about the market, and then you'd write a song to sing to your family about your trip," she tried to explain. "Instead of balls, they have sings. It's very different."

"It was different, for us. We sort of ..." She hesitated, but this would probably come up, if they were going to be roommates; might as well get it out of the way now. "We didn't ... follow their religion? So they assumed we were evil and immoral and all sorts of things, when we just -- didn't believe what they believed. It's getting better, but it's taking a lot of time, you know?"

"Whoa, really?" She grinned more at that. "But that'd be awesome. Unless you couldn't sing well. That'd just be frustrating. Or if you were the type who couldn't ever rhyme. I never think of good rhymes until way later."

"I'm so sorry," Ella said quietly, considering Rikku carefully. "I'm no religion in particular, if it helps you to know that."

"And Ayorthaian makes rhyming a bit easier because every word begins and ends with a vowel," she explained. "So I am Elle -- or Eleanore, but no one calls me by that name -- and you would be Urikku. And they aren't terribly precise with rhymes, either. But they all sing well."

"It's fine," Rikku said quickly. "I ... I have some friends here who are, and some who aren't. I just worry because ... the people who were, back home, got really ... upset at us. So sometimes I'm scared I'm gonna meet somebody and they'll go, 'Wait, you don't believe? You heathen.'"

She shrugged it off. "Eleanore, is that your full name, or just what you end up in in their language?" she asked. "That's beautiful. Urikku sounds kinda funky. I think I'll stick with Rikku, for now."

"I was named for my mother," Ella explained. "But no one calls me Eleanor except my father, and I don't like it when he does it. Ella's enough for me."

"Oh, sorry," Rikku said, flushing. "Ella's nice, too, I was just curious. I've never had a nickname or anything, 'Rikku' is kinda short enough on its own."

Ella laughed apologetically. "I didn't mean to sound so fierce. I've just never liked being called by my full name."

"No, it's totally okay." Rikku shook her head. "That's good to remember. There's one guy back home that calls me 'Cid's girl' -- Cid's my dad -- and I want to kick him whenever he does it."

"He would deserve it," Ella decided.

Rikku laughed. "He does! Maybe I should, next time. Especially when he messes my hair up. He's just weird."

Well, and a semi-ex of sorts, but that would take way too long to explain.

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