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gippal/rikku

[FFX-2] Promises, Promises 2
Title: Promises, Promises
Challenge: Yellow, Toaster, Puppy
Before: Handyman by 1frickengirl
Author: prettygothgirl
Rating: T
Pairing: Gippal/Rikku
Warnings: None
Words: 1,750
Summary: Gippal makes a promise in an effort to get out of another promise. Gippal shows up at Rikku's with dinner and Rikku won't stop talking about puppies and makes hints towards other things.
A/N: So, back in 2006 I got bogged down at this part, thankfully I never did delete it! I don't really enjoy writing eating scenes unless they are important. In fact, I highly recommend not writing every meal. Anyways, lots of dialogue which is my drug sometimes. So this is the new part two!

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He showed up at her door with dinner. He would’ve brought flowers as well. If he hadn’t thought of them one millisecond before his knuckles hit the door and by then it was far too late. A beaming Rikku flung the door open. He opened his mouth and she grabbed his arm, tugged him inside and the door shut behind him with a rather loud and somewhat ominous thud-click. It drove all thoughts out of his mind and he forgot what he was going to say as he looked over his shoulder at the door with its automatic lock.

“Trying to keep people in or people out?” He asked. She looked at him in confusion. “Door, lock… I brought dinner.” He held out the bag.

She blinked. “Both, I guess.” She decided to not linger on the door topic. “You didn’t have to get dinner. I could’ve made something.” She took the bag from him anyways.

“You were making dessert. I wanted to contribute.” He glanced down and wondered if she realized she was still holding his hand, although they weren’t going anywhere.

“You’re going to fix my toaster.” She said, her tone added. ‘What more do you need to contribute?’

“Fine,” He snatched the bag back. “I can eat spicy fish and vegetables, sweet’n’sour soup, rice and oranges all by myself.”

She grabbed the bag back. “Those are my favorites.”

He smirked. “I know, but too late now.”

She dropped his hand and marched off towards the kitchen. “I’ll get some dishes.” He grinned at her retreating back and her nose stuck in the air. He sprawled across the couch and listened to the rattling of glass and her muttering. He closed his eye and relaxed. “Move.” She said. He cracked his eye open. Rikku put dishes and food containers on the table. He didn’t move. She glared at him. “Share.” He didn’t even twitch. “And are those your boots on my couch? Off.”

“They aren’t harming anything.”

“They’re dirty. Boots off.” She pointed at the floor.

“Bossy brat.”

She sat on him. She couldn’t be more than 110 pounds wringing wet. It was amusing she thought it was going to do anything. “Stubborn jackass.”

He gave in, as much fun as it was to bait her, the next step after the insults was usually some sort of physical attack. And he’d rather do that after dinner. He was hungry and there was such a thing as priorities. Food always came first. Except- He buried the exceptions and went back to the lie. Food came first. He half sat up, picked her up by her waist, put his feet on the floor and set her back down, sputtering and an undignified heap. He leaned over to take his boots off and she hit him with a pillow. He grinned, got his boots off, threw them across the room and turned and grabbed the pillow as she brought it down on another swing. He wrangled it away from her and set it on top of his other pillow.

She huffed a braid away from her face and glared at him. There was only one thing to do, one thing to distract her from trying to inflict more physical harm upon his person with soft and fluffy pillows that could double as projectiles. He stabbed a piece of fish on a fork and held it in front of her mouth and as soon as it opened, whether it was for her to say something or to accept the bright yellow food he didn’t care. It made it into her mouth and it closed around it.

Rikku’s eyes closed and she made a small noise of content. He pulled the fork out and set it on her lap. She stayed that way for a few moments, savoring the food.

He grinned, distraction successful.

Her eyes snapped open and he straightened his face. Her eyes narrowed. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

He blinked and then tried his best puppy dog eyes. “What?”

It never worked with her for some reason. At some point, Gippal had theorized it was because he only had one eye and if he had had two eyes there would be double the effect and thus she might believe him more. “You’re trying to distract me.” She paused. “With food, good food, my favorite food. It won’t work.”

“Well,” He tilted his head. “It won’t keep me from trying.”

She snorted, picked up the fork and stabbed something that wasn’t spicy fish just to spite him. “There are other methods of distraction that work better.” She muttered.

He turned his head so he could look at her from the side of his eye and pretend he was debating what to eat first. He wasn’t sure he was meant to hear that, especially with the light blush now staining Rikku’s cheeks. His lips twitched. If that meant what he thought it meant, things could get very interesting in the near future. He absconded with the rest of the spicy fish and the rice.

“Hey!” She straightened. “Share!”

He set the rice back that counted as sharing. “You are awfully bossy tonight.” He leaned back and spread his legs out.

“You’re being mean and stealing all the best stuff. Halfsies.”

“You’ve already had one piece. Sixty forty.”

“It’s my favorite.” She pouted.

He sighed. Damn it. It never worked for him, but it always worked for her. It had to be the two eyes versus one. That or she was cuter than he was. He split the fish and then took more than his fair share of the rest of the food. Her lips twitched and she glanced at him through her bangs. “What! I’m bigger. I need more.”

She snorted and wiggled around so her back was against the couch arm, her toes jammed under his thigh and knees propping up her plate. “Mmm, how’s work?”

“Boring.”

She wiggled her toes. “Come on.”

He took a few bites of food before answering. “You got me here in person and you wanna talk about work?”

She looked at the ends of her fork and considered that. “No. We could talk about puppies.”

“You promised.” He pointed at her with his fork.

“I didn’t think you meant we couldn’t talk about them.” She stuffed food into her mouth and chewed and actually remembered to swallow before speaking. “She’s so cute though.”

“No puppies. Toaster.”

“I have a picture.”

He decided it was time to change the subject. “How’s Yuna?”

“You know, Yunie.” She paused and looked at him. “Happily enjoying being a housewife even though she’s not yet really a housewife. She’s probably inventing new ways to use a toaster.” Rikku eyed the food on her fork. “Maybe she should get a puppy.”

“What is it with you and puppies?” He shoved food into his mouth.

Rikku shrugged. “I dunno.”

He swallowed. “Because pets require commitment and settling and…”

“Maybe I’m ready for that.” She didn’t look at him. “Hey, do you want more rice?”

“Take it.”

“Awesome.” She stretched and grunted. “I can’t reach.”

He sniggered. “Then move.”

She glared at him. “Please?” She moved her foot enough to shove his thigh. He looked down at it.

“No.”

“Come on. I said please.”

“And you shoved me with your toes. Get it yourself.”

She shoved him again. “I would, but I can’t reach. So please would you pass me the rice?”

“Don’t do that again.”

“Do what?” She asked and fluttered her eyelashes, before promptly poking him with her toes for the third time.

He leaned forward and very carefully set his mostly empty plate down, not that he could remember eating that much. He made a grab for her toes. She darted them backwards, but given their close proximity to the couch, they were nowhere near out of his reach. He leaned forward and handed her the rice.

She sniffed. “Thank you.” She stretched her legs and set them in his lap, crossing them at the ankle in a calm, deliberate manner. “Yunie’s Yuna, she lives to take care of people.”

“If that equates into deliberate suicide to save the world for about ten years, then yeah, I guess that fits.” He said and tried not to look at her feet too much, but they were tempting feet. Tiny ankles, high arches, cute tiny toes that were mocking him with their yellow nail polish.

Rikku continued to eat. “She would’ve done it.” She shrugged. “Good thing Tidus and I came along, oh and Auron.”

“I heard rumors he was dead before all that.”

Rikku swallowed and looked up. “Huh? Who said that?”

“It was a rumor.”

“Yeah well, it’s true. He was dead but not dead dead, as in unsent dead.”

“That’s creepy. Being almost possessed by an undead guy.” He knew creepy.

“Shuyinn was a shadow.” She wiggled her toes instead of her fingers.

He glanced down. “Seemed real enough to me.”

“And I was possessed by him too, so don’t get all uppity.”

“Wait.”

She sighed and by half rolling over managed to set her plate on the table and rolled back before answering. “Look, you guys were in the Farplane. You told us to take care of things. Paine, Yuna and I unlocked the Den of Woe and first we fought shadows of you guys. I will never ever call Nooj a pansy and you’re mortar is a very nice weapon. Then Shuyinn possessed Paine and I to try to get to Yuna since, he thought she was Lenne and all. It’s no big deal.”

He stared at her. “No big deal.”

“Something else we have in common, being possessed by the undead creepy shadow Tidus look alike guy.” She grinned.

“You girls went into the Den on purpose.”

She rolled her eyes and shoved his thigh with her foot. “Yes. We did. We did a lot of things that were dangerous and potentially stupid. We’re big girls. We can take care of ourselves.”

He eyed her foot. “I told you not to do that.”

She huffed. “Big girl, can take care of myself. You were not listening.”

He caught her eyes and grinned. “Yeah, but I know something the creepy undead don’t.”

“What’s that?”

“Your toes are ticklish.” He lunged and ran his fingers along the arch of her foot.

She shrieked and tried to bat him off with her limbs. “Gippal!”

He laughed as they tumbled off the couch. The fight was on.

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