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Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday night

Having slept all day, Sakurazaki is about the furthest thing from tired right now. She drifts over to the common room, partially to check to see if there was any damage from the late-night scuffle with Ranma, but mostly to cover her tracks. She's on her hands and knees, skimming through the carpet with her hand, drifting in between the hallway and the common room, obviously looking for something. Sure, by now, it would be all dried out and shrivled, probably unrecognizable, but she's not going to take any chances. A ninja should never take chances. She has to find those contact lenses.

[[it's a common room; come on in]]

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On returning from the roof (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/642029.html?mode=reply&style=mine) he sees her bent over the carpet. He doesn't want to bother her, he's actually trying to respect her wishes but he thinks he knows what she's looking for. //Setsuna.. I'm sorry to bother you. I have... your contacts in water in my room. You don't have to turn around. I'll get em for you okay?//

If she does turn around she'll see those noticable bags under his eyes. He looks horriblely tired.

"Hm?"

Sakurazaki turns her head as she hears a voice, and then nearly slips face first in the carpet when she realizes who it is. //"Oh! Ranma!"// she says, a little surprised to see him. And then, red faced, she realizes the compromising position she's in. //"Oh!"// She quickly scrambles to her feet, pulling slightly at her skirt. Yeah, yeah, biker shorts. But it was still embarrassing.

And then she has to try to think of something to say. She's thought of what to say next time she saw him quite a few times, but all her possible answers escape her entirely. In fact, she finds that there's only one thing she can say. //"Ranma. You look terrible."//

//I told you I'm not gonna sleep until I know you're okay... and last night you said you weren't... so I wasn't going to go back on my word.//

For a moment, Sakurazaki just stares at him, a confused sort of disbelief in her eyes. And then she blinks a few times before asking incredulously, //"What the hell is wrong with you?!?"//

//Ahh! I said you didn't have to turn around!// He runs and grabs her robe and contacts and hands it to her. //Here! I'll leave you alone! I'm sorry!//

A little wide eyed, she finds that all she can do is just stare some more. There might be some nervous twitching in her eye, and she very gingerly recieves the items back from him. Her mouth hangs slightly ajar. Seriously...what the hell? Maybe that conk on the head did more than just give him temporary amnesia...maybe it rendered him insane.

//"Ranma? Are you okay?"//

//I'm... a little tired. But that's not really important. I can last a few more days... I just wanna know if you're okay. See I was trying to leave you alone like you asked. I really was. I didn't mean to bump into you in the hall. I got that stuff back to you though, that's good.// He's babbling, the tiredness is actually effecting the discretness of his concern for her.

She frowns, starting to feel a little concerned. He wasn't making much sense. But she thinks she's picked up the important parts.

//"I...I'm fine, Ranma. But are you?"//

His bagged eyes still apparent he smiles quite happily at her. //You're fine? That's so great to hear!// He wobbles a bit. Man, not sleeping is really hard. Only movement has been keeping him awake all day. He remembers suddenly with a bit of concern //Hey I didn't actually... hurt you did I?//

Sakurazaki lowers her head, turning it to the side as she looks down, blushing slightly. She rubs lightly at her wrist. //"You're really pretty strong, you know..."// she says quietly.

//I did hurt you? Arg I really didn't mean to... I really didn't uh.. know what else to do though. I hope it ain't too bad...//

//"No, no, it's not too bad. What about you? I know you had me pinned pretty good, but, umm..."// She can't go on to say it; she's still so mad at herself for letting it happen.

//Oh I'm totally fine! Not a scratch.// He's worried she'll get upset again soon and he DOESN'T want her to get mad at him again after they're finally on good terms again. He's eyes flutter open and shut. He's not able to stand still and stay awake very well.

//"Not even one?"// she seems to be suddenly struck down by that comment. She loses control of her demon self, and doesn't even make a scratch? Frowning deeply, she feels pretty useless at the moment.

//"You should probably get some sleep, Ranma..."//

//Does it make you upset that... you didn't hurt me..?// He's very lost. Okay so he has a few nail makes on his neck but he thought not telling her would be the best idea. How come he always chooses the WRONG words?!

//"Well, no; I'm glad I didn't hurt you, Ranma, but...well, a warrior rarely likes to hear that she hasn't done well in a fight..."//

She draws in a deep, deep sigh. //"But that doesn't really matter. Just get yourself to bed, okay?"//

He points to the little cuts on his neck from where her nails dug into his neck. //So I lied. It's only because I didn't want you to feel bad. I guess you felt bad anyway huh?// He's woosy now. He grabs the wall for a minute.

She eyes him nervously. //"Do..do you need me to help you back to your room, Ranma?"//

//Haha! Don't be silly. I'll be fine....// He's still leaned against the wall.

Before he knows it, she's sliding underneath his arm, putting it against her shoulders as she gently moves it from the wall. Sakurazaki braces herself to take on his slumping, tired weight. She grunts a bit: half of it is from the irration on her back flaring up painfully, the other half from him being heavier and (she can't help but notice) more muscular than she expect. Where was that demon stength now, when she could actually use it?

//"Come on,"// she says, taking a first staggering step as best she can and just hoping that he'll be cognisant enough and not so stubborn that he won't let her help him. //"I'll drag you there if I have to, but I'd appriciate it if I didn't."//

//I'm fine...// He doesn't want to be helped like this but he lets her help him down the hall to his room. He plops into bed once he gets there.

//"There,"// she said, making sure he doesn't plop down in a way that that would cause his tired self to fall over and clunk his head on a wall or something. //"Now we're even."//

She stalks for the door, feeling a very confusing mingle of emotions, most of which seem differently inspired sets of irritation. //"Get some sleep."//

She closes the door softly behind her.

She probably hears it before she goes. It not too loud but it's pretty clear. //Thanks.//

After that he's out and sleeping like a log.

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