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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

Behold! More tables and chairs, away from all the informational stuff! Enjoy the food!

[OCD is up! This is the FIRST post for general mingling. Please use this post first, if your browser can handle the comment load. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are here and there is more room for mingling here.]

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For some reason, Warren didn't like the look of that grin in the least.

"That might be because nobody is stupid enough to try."

And Warren was a crankypants.

"How stupid am I again?" Rikku asked, bouncing up and trying her very best confused face. "I mean. I wasn't really clear on the whole, grass-being-green, thing. It is green, right? I mean, I'm clearly pretty darn stupid."

"Clearly," Warren replied. Dryly. He was hoping that attempting to drill a hole through her skull with his eyes would work. But that, sadly, wasn't his superpower at all. "Don't do it. Just don't."

"Becauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse," Rikku said, "you asked nicely? And you said pretty-please? And you said it all nice and sweet, like someone who's not a grumpybutt?"

She was so going to get decked.

"I'm not going to say 'please,'" Warren practically snarled.

She was going to get decked. He was going to enjoy decking her. Really.

"You aren't?" Rikku said, eyes wide. "You mean ... you want to be hugged? I guess ... mayyyyyyybe ... I could ... fiiiiiiiiind someone ..."

She was possibly walking around the picnic table. Maybe. Theoretically.

Warren was not going to move. Warren was going to stay firmly planted in his seat, damn it, because he was here first and this was his spot and he hated everything. Did she know that? He did. Especially her, right now.

"Don't. You. Dare."

She did. She really, really did.

"That didn't sound like please," she said, innocently. Standing perfectly still. Waiting.

She could wait.

"You're not going to hug me," he informed her, very matter-of-fact-like. Because if she did, he'd light her hair on fire and then throw her in the ocean.

He'd do it, dammit.

"I think I might," she said, pretending to think it over. "I've been saying I would for ages, and I'm halfway over here already. I mean, it seems to me like I'm going to."

"No," Warren replied, weighing the pros and cons of lighting his entire body on fire for a moment. On the one hand, he'd be distinctly not-huggable. On the other hand, he'd be breaking some pretty major rules, there.

"No, you're not."

If she got any closer, he'd just lob a flaming cookie at her, instead. Yeah.

Rikku sighed. "You're seriously no fun. I mean, you realize that, right? Besides, maybe I want a hug. Maybe I've just been pestering people all picnic long because I haven't been hugged in a long time, and this whole thing about you is an enormous cover. And here you are, rejecting me."

Very, very sad eyes, looking at the ground. "I guess ... I can ... go without. Today."

There were levels, to her evilness.

"Good," Warren grunted. "Go without."

What? He was supposed to sympathize, here? That was simply asking too much.

Even if he was making a point not to look at the sad eyes thing. It might have been a breaking point, there.

"It's ... not like I haven't before," she offered, bravely. "Some days you just ... can't find anyone to hug, can you?"

This was a sad little weak smile.

The levels to her evilness were, perhaps, secret subterranean depths. Caverns.

"Some days, you don't bother trying," Warren clarified, dryly. Warily. "Somehow, I've managed to survive this long without a daily supply of hugs."

It had been difficult, but dangit, he'd managed.

"Don't you ever ... miss them?" Rikku sighed. She was a master of sighs. "I mean. I do. I suuuuuuure do."

It had possibly been entire hours, for her. If she hadn't tackleglomped anybody at the actual picnic. Which was highly unlikely, for a whole picnic to go by without any tackleglompings.

Shhhh. Do not derail from the evil.

Warren gave Rikku a look.

It was a pretty flat look.

"There's nothing to miss," he informed her. And really, it was true. His mother was hung up over her work and his father, and his father was locked away for a couple of lifetimes. Hugs hadn't really been a priority in the household of Baron Battle and family.

"Okay," Rikku said, straightening up cheerfully and walking over to him. "That's it. You're getting hugged, and that's final."

She was certainly reaching out with that intention. It wasn't necessarily final.

Warren was not moving. Warren was there first, damn it, and he'd told her not to, and if she was bent on giving him a reason to deck her, then so be it.

Well, okay, he might have been shrinking back. A little. But certainly not because he had any aversion to looking like he was a respectable, approachable human being by allowing himself to be hugged without a fight, of course.

For all intents and purposes, Warren Peace was entirely ~~scar-for-life-able~~ huggable.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

In that case, Warren was totally getting ~~scarred for life~~ hugged. By a squeezy sort of Al Bhed girl. Who thoroughly enjoyed ~~scarring people for life~~ hugs.

"That's not so bad, now is it?" she said. With a happy, contented sigh.

Told you she was a master at sighs.

Warren continued not moving, his expression a somewhat amusing blend of shocked and horrified, and every muscle in his body absurdly tense.

"I hate you so much right now," he informed her. "You have no idea."

She was hugging him. What the hell?

"Awwwwwwwww," she said, not letting go yet. "We should do this all the time. Daily hugs. Wouldn't that rule?"

"No," he grunted, still not moving, still not resisting. "It wouldn't."

At all. Really. Ugh.

The hug was kind of nice, though.

"I bet it would," Rikku said, finally standing up again. "Next time I see you. More hugs. Hugs rule."

Hugs were always awesome. More so for people who completely couldn't admit they needed them.

Warren was going to stand up, himself. And stare at her. If he stared hard enough, maybe he'd stare her down and this would never happen again.

He doubted it, though. But the hug was a pretty good sign that he'd had enough of this picnic and it was time to retreat to somewhere less... public.

...

"Stupid hugs," he mumbled. And he wasn't at all hoping for more sometime in the future. He was mean and scary and damn it, he didn't do hugs at all.

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