1st Floor Lobby, Thursday Night

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John left his room, clad in pajama pants and the sling, to watch TV. Maybe the Crime & Justice marathon (because it's on all the time) on a bigger screen would put him under than on the one in his room.

He starts to exercise his right arm, test how bad it is.

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Coming in after one of her usual handwavey late night insomniac walks with Genghis, the black and white kittie on her head, and his mewing little entourage at her feet, Sakurazaki is a little surprised to see someone still up.

"Oh, hello," she stops for a moment to greet John, hoping that he doesn't mind a slight disturbance. "Having trouble sleeping, too?"

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"Yeah." He fluffs the pillow with one hand. "So why can't you sleep?"

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Sakurazaki shrugs absently. "I don't really sleep on a normal basis," she explains. "Plus," she points to the cat on her head, curled up and sound asleep, "he doesn't help. Neither do they." She points to the much more active ones chasing each other at her feet. "Shouldn't be too long before they pass out, though. Or so I'm hoping. You?"

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HE points to his arm. "This. Aches. Syd's taking up the whole bed. AND SO TOTALLY SNORING So... the TV's bigger here. Sit. It's the Crime & Justice marathon."

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All she needed was an invite, and, stepping over the kittens, she moves over and carefully, mindful of Genghis, has a seat. The kittens are quick to hop up and dance on her lap. "What did you do to it? Your arm, that is. If you don't mind me asking."

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"I... tried to wrestle a semi truck." Totally straightfaced.

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She would tilt her head, if it wouldn't have sent a very tired cat possessed with the spirit of an ancient Asian warlord into John's lap. She had to quell a temptation to ask if the semi truck transformed into a giant fighting robot. Instead, she just asks, "For what reason?"

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"It owed me money?" Really, John's face is made of wood. and it wasn't Optimus

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"How did a semi truck come to owe you money?" She's been here long enough to never disbelieve anything, so Sakurazaki is merely curious. Because she can't figure it out, and she does like things to be clear.

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"Poker." Wood replaced by 'Duh'. And a very small smirk.

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"Sore loser, huh? You'd think a semi would have more mettle." She nods as sagely as one could with a cat on their head.

Oooh, Negi-sensei would have appriciated that one. She'd have to try to remember it.

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"Very. Never play strip poker with a semi. Course, then I had to figure out what to do with a pair of doors..." Larger smirk.

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"You got a semi to remove its doors?" Her eyes widen, and she lets her own small smirk surface. "Impressive."

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"Yeah. 2 Jacks, 2 Queens, and an Ace. Great hand." Smirky McSmirk.

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"Great hand?" she bites her lip, because smirking at that one seems cruel. She shakes her head lightly. "See, I can't quite tell if that was intentionally ironic or not."

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"Oh, no, not ironic at all. It was a good play. Worked out great, for me."

((And with thiat, I bid goodnzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz))

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She eyes the sling. "Obviously."

[[me, too. :) G'nite]]

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"Hey. Doors."

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She laughs. "Okay, you win."

"I'm Sakurazaki, by the way. I don't think we've met."

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"John Connor. Think I've heard of you."
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One of Sakurazaki's eyes slides shut. "Heard of me?" He probably just meant from the radio, or something, but they never got her name right, so that didn't even make a lot of sense.

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"YEah. Some people are fans of yours."

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Yeah. Blush. Definately. And she tries to look confused about it, telling herself that he doesn't mean...he couldn't mean...but a little part of her knows.

Sakurazaki kind of forgets to say something.

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"So/ I've got a question, real personal like." He's rubbing his shoulder.

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She gives him a look that's quite obviously worried. "...What?"