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[When Santo shelled out the money for the fancy throne-ish chair because it gave Rikku quote-ideas-endquote, this is not exactly what he had in mind. Even after having what she wanted explained to him, it was tough to wrap his non-existent mind around it. He looks his girlfriend over, white eye orbs wider than usual, trying to think of how to proceed.]

So, uh, you want me to do what again?

[This is the third time he has asked that exact question.]

[And this is the second time Rikku has puffed her cheeks out with frustration at that exact question. The first time he'd asked, she'd totally understood. But the second and third times? She isn't so understanding. She's just impatient, alright. She wiggles on the throne-esque chair, tapping her yellow-polished fingers on the arms.]

You gotta like, act like I'm your queen and you're, I dunno, a peasant or something trying to beg a favor of me. [She's pretty sure that's how this is supposed to work, anyway.]

[This time her explanation is met with slow nodding, which is definitely an improvement over blank staring and what not.]

Okay. But in like, a sexy way, right? Not in a smelly dudes-from-that-movie-about-the-cup-and-the-french-guys way.

[God he hopes that answer is yes.]

[Rikku wants to groan with frustration, but she refrains. This is definitely out of their norm, but that's sort of exactly why she wants to do it. But she smiles at him a little instead. It's ten times easier.]

Yes, do it in a sexy way.

[More slow nods from Santo as he thinks about the best way to go about this. He's not nervous! That's ridiculous why would he be nervous don't even think about that]

Right.

[And he slowly bends down on one knee, figuring that should be enough, right?]

Your highness.

[Santo's voice takes on an entirely different tone than usual, sounding very serious if it a bit overdramatic. He's actually trying.]

[Oh good, he's starting! She huffs a little, straightening and crossing her legs, arms resting on the throne's arms. She felt so cool sitting in it.

But that's beside the point. She tries to make herself sound regal.]

Yes, peasant?

[Okay, there's something about her voice like that that's more of a turn on than usual. He tries to stay focused, eyes staying at the floor...after a quick glance up. Damn, she's hot.]

I have a favor to ask of you, your majesty. I'll do anything for it.

[It's really hard for Rikku not to wiggle her toes or anything. This is pretty exciting, alright. She feels like the Al Bhed princess she technically is (though she'd never actually hold that over anyone's head). The blonde leans forward slightly, brows arched.]

What favor is that?

[Wait, Santo didn't think that far in advance. His eyes dart side to side, gears turning as he tries to come up with something appropriately medieval.]

Uh, I need. Um. Fffarm...land. Farm land! Yeah! Lots of farm land.

[She waits patiently, trying not to squirm again.]

Farm land? How much?

[Shit what do they measure farm land in again? Oh right.]

Uh, five acres. Your highness.

[She puts on a show of thinking about it.]

And how will you pay?

[Since his head is bowed, he can allow himself a little smirk.]

In any way you desire, your highness.

[She uncrosses her legs and leans forward a little.]

Surprise me.

["Surprise me"? Santo looks down as he mouths the words, trying to run what he could do over in his head. It was harder to actually thinking about romantic and stuff instead of just going direct. What would fit in this situation?

After a few seconds, Santo carefully takes Rikku's foot in his hands and begins taking of her shoes.]

Maybe a foot rub?

[Her eyes light up.]

That sounds great! [A beat.] I mean. Go ahead.

[He snickers a little at the slip-up as his hands softly - or as soft as he gets anyway - start to rub at a foot, massaging her lovingly for a few seconds before he suddenly leans down to kiss the top of it.]

[A little roughness in a foot massage never hurt anyone. Rikku's lounging back, enjoying it--until she sits up and wiggles her toes after that kiss. A pause.]

Do that again.

Sure thi-uh, as you wish, your highness.

[His lips brush over her skin again, this time leaving a trail of small kisses up and along her toes.]

[Now it's really hard for her not to giggle.]

Great. I mean, good job.

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