-Da Mihi Basilia Mille-
((Latin for ‘Kiss me with a thousand kisses.’ ))
RikkuXPaine biggrin ialouge only
“Rikku, where is my damn black shirt?”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about! Now where is my black shirt?”
“Which black shirt?”
“The long black shirt that is way too big for you; the black shirt that you’re always STEALING from me because you like it so much; the black shirt that has suddenly DISAPPEARED from my the spot I left it on my bed!”
“Maybe Brother took it!”
“You know I would have mauled him by now! Brother’s too dumb to know the key-code combination to my room anyway…only one person knows that combination besides me…and that’s you!”
“AUGH!”
“COME BACK HERE!”
“No!”
“GIVE ME MY DAMN SHIRT!”
“NO!”
“Huff – when I catch you, I’m going to – huff – kick your puny a**…”
“Well, you can’t catch me – OOF!”
“HA! Thank you, misplaced stack of Shinra’s textbooks! Now, give me the damn shirt!”
“You wouldn’t able to pry it from my hands even if I was alive – er, dead!”
“…Whatever. Just hand it over!”
“But I was going to go to sleep in it…”
“AND SO WAS I! Now give – grunt – me!”
“No – grunt – never!”
“DAMMIT, RIKKU!”
“NOOOO!”
RIP!
“…Oopsie.”
“…”
“…P-Paine?”
“…”
“Um…Paine? Why’d you get so quiet?”
“…Rikku…”
“Yes?”
“I’m…going…TO KILL YOU!”
“AUGH!”
“GET YOUR a** BACK HERE!”
“Oh, poopie – not again! Ouch!”
“I’ve got you now, and I am going to kick, your, -”
“Wait, wait, wait! I-I’ll make it up to you Paine! Just PLEASE don’t hurt me! Besides, it’s just a little rip on the sleeve…”
“JUST A RIP!”
“OUCH! Please don’t scream that hard! Look, now if you just calm down for one second I would make it all up to you…”
“…I’ll give you five seconds…”
“Okay, okay, just let me get off the – poopie! – ground!”
“One…”
“HEY!”
“Two…”
“I’m up, I’m up! Now c’mere!”
“…”
“…Mmm…”
“…”
“Well? What’d I tell ya? Told ya I could make it up to you.”
“Sigh…”
“…Weeeell?”
“Okay, you’re off the hook.”
“WOO! Yes!”
“That’s the last time, I swear. That’s the fifth time this week I’ve fallen for that. You stole my leather jacket, black boots, cotton robe…”
“You know you love me.”
“Oh, shut the hell up.”
((Latin for ‘Kiss me with a thousand kisses.’ ))
RikkuXPaine biggrin ialouge only
“Rikku, where is my damn black shirt?”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about! Now where is my black shirt?”
“Which black shirt?”
“The long black shirt that is way too big for you; the black shirt that you’re always STEALING from me because you like it so much; the black shirt that has suddenly DISAPPEARED from my the spot I left it on my bed!”
“Maybe Brother took it!”
“You know I would have mauled him by now! Brother’s too dumb to know the key-code combination to my room anyway…only one person knows that combination besides me…and that’s you!”
“AUGH!”
“COME BACK HERE!”
“No!”
“GIVE ME MY DAMN SHIRT!”
“NO!”
“Huff – when I catch you, I’m going to – huff – kick your puny a**…”
“Well, you can’t catch me – OOF!”
“HA! Thank you, misplaced stack of Shinra’s textbooks! Now, give me the damn shirt!”
“You wouldn’t able to pry it from my hands even if I was alive – er, dead!”
“…Whatever. Just hand it over!”
“But I was going to go to sleep in it…”
“AND SO WAS I! Now give – grunt – me!”
“No – grunt – never!”
“DAMMIT, RIKKU!”
“NOOOO!”
RIP!
“…Oopsie.”
“…”
“…P-Paine?”
“…”
“Um…Paine? Why’d you get so quiet?”
“…Rikku…”
“Yes?”
“I’m…going…TO KILL YOU!”
“AUGH!”
“GET YOUR a** BACK HERE!”
“Oh, poopie – not again! Ouch!”
“I’ve got you now, and I am going to kick, your, -”
“Wait, wait, wait! I-I’ll make it up to you Paine! Just PLEASE don’t hurt me! Besides, it’s just a little rip on the sleeve…”
“JUST A RIP!”
“OUCH! Please don’t scream that hard! Look, now if you just calm down for one second I would make it all up to you…”
“…I’ll give you five seconds…”
“Okay, okay, just let me get off the – poopie! – ground!”
“One…”
“HEY!”
“Two…”
“I’m up, I’m up! Now c’mere!”
“…”
“…Mmm…”
“…”
“Well? What’d I tell ya? Told ya I could make it up to you.”
“Sigh…”
“…Weeeell?”
“Okay, you’re off the hook.”
“WOO! Yes!”
“That’s the last time, I swear. That’s the fifth time this week I’ve fallen for that. You stole my leather jacket, black boots, cotton robe…”
“You know you love me.”
“Oh, shut the hell up.”
