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Fourth Floor Common Room; Late Thursday Night.

The fiercesome, famished beast inside of Sakurazaki's belly is still not satisfied. In fact, it was keeping her up, although she was actually, for once, incredibly tired. What a busy, amazing week. Even without Jude, but she had full intention to track him down tomorrow. After the stupid art fair, that was going to be her only mission to accomplish. Anyway, she was clunking around the kitchenette, cooking up some pancakes while nibbling on some cocktail shrimp, which she'd been craving ever since that morning. Then, it's time for curling up with another bad late night horror film. But food is the most important part. Foooooooooood. She still can't settle back against the couch, though. Damn wings.

[[open; mun lost all concept of time when she posted this, so will be prone to crashing]]

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Ranma attempts to sneak up on her from behind, he was out late exploring town and getting a job.

The rumble of her stomach covers up any possible sound of footsteps that she might pick up on.

"Shut up," she mumbles, to her stoamch, from where she sits on the couch with her plate of pancakes. "I'm feeding you, see? Fluffy delicious pancakes. Okay, maybe not so fluffy and delicious..."

Ranma peeks right into her face, quite close, nearly nose to nose, but his face is upside-down. "Boo."

Promptly, there's a plate of pancakes shoved into his face. She's reacting on reflexes, really. Once the plate is out of her hands, she can then grab a hold of his shirt over his shoulders, flipping him over her and tossing him down on his back in front of the couch.

Ranma gets a laugh out of this. A really big pancake in his mouth laugh. It's a bit muffled but he's laughing pretty hard. "Off ofof feen yof face!(ie: You should have seen your face)" He's nearly in histarics on his back the floor.

"Great." Sakurazaki lets him go; she's half tempted to bop him upside the head. "There goes my dinner."

Cheerful as hell he wipes pancake from his nose and cheeks. He sits up still grinning. "I'll make you new ones okay?"

It's impossible to not grin back at a syrup-faced man promising new (and probably better) pancakes. "Really?" she asks hopefully.

"Yeah!" He smiles and goes right over to rinse off his hands and face and then makes more batter and pours out cute shaped blobs of it for the pancakes. (http://tinypic.com) He lets them tan on both sides and puts them all on her plate.

Her stomach grumbles impatiently while Ranma whips up the new batch, but Sakurazaki is a little more compliacent, drawing her legs in close as she sits and watches him with curious interest. She's excited to take the plate back, and she laughs. //"Very nice! It's almost a shame to destroy such artworks by eating them."//

But she's already digging into the tree one, mostly because it makes her think of an atomic mushroom cloud more than a tree. She eyes him curiously.

//"What's gotten you in such a good mood?"//

//I got a job today! But really Setsuna I'm USUALLY in a good mood ya know?// He grins happily. //Anyways pancake shapes are easy, plus I made em for ya to eat so don't feel bad.//

//"You got a job?"// She beams. She didn't know if she's exactly agree with the good mood comment, but there were more interesting things to talk about. //"Congratulations! Where at?"//

//That big ole' hotel! I'm gonna carry people's bags. It's like getting paid to weightlift.// He's excited about it. Who else would love the though of being a bell boy.

Sakurazaki chuckles lightly. //"That's definately one way to look at it. That's really exciting, Ranma."//

She bites her lip a moment, eyes shifting. She doesn't want to steal his thunder, but she's been wanting to squeal about it all day.

//"I've got some pretty good news, too,"// she finally says, shoulders rising slightly in gesture of almost girlish excitement.

//Really? Great! What is it?// He's happy for it, no reason to feel jealous or something because she has good news too.

//"I called Elder Konoe last night; he's going to send me my sword."// The grin on her face is endless; the shine in her eyes nearly blinding.

Ranma chuckles lightly and smiles trying to stave off his blush at her cuteness. //Guess I better look out huh? Can I see it when it gets here?//

((this icon is just cuz I wanna use this icon XD he's licking himself XD))

//"Well, they keep weapons locked up pretty tight around here,"// she says, the happy expression dropping quickly into a sad frown. //"But Peter and I have gotten the principal to allow us to use some space in the gun range for live steel training. Once we get that started, you can stop by and see Yuunagi when I've got her out."//

[[must of missed a spot of syrup. :) ]]

//I'd be glad ta.// He's trying to return the grin to her face by keeping his. //Peter Pevensie?~~(oh yeah. I read all the Narnia series and I can't remember how to spell it))~~ I met him once. We spared.//

((meow! Kitty ranma attacks with cute-fu))

//"Yeah? How'd that go? We haven't yet, but I think a lot of that has to do with our styles being so completely different. BUt now that we're working together for this live steel training, that might change."// The grin does return, soft and a little wistful. //"I'm glad Peter came to me about it; he really understands what it's like to have a blade mean so much to a person..."//

//Like sword boy huh?// He's teasing her to get a rise of course. //He swings a sword well, pretty fast too. Doesn't take jokes badly. He couldn't hit me though. I'm sure you'd have fun sparring him.//

Of course, there's a blush. A pretty vibrant one. //"I didn't say that,"// she says, focusing on the first part of what Ranma said and pretty much ignoring the rest of it it. //"I...I just feel that he's a very respectful warrior and that my own warrior spirit is richer from having known him."//

Ranma giggles much like a child, as usual. //Hehehe sure ya do.// He smiles light heartedly to show he's not trying to be mean, just playful. He's quelling his jealousy at the moment pretty darn well for him.

Her eyes still narrow a bit angrily. Sakurazaki never was one to enjoy being mocked. //"What are you giggling about?"// she asks crossly. //"You just don't understand, because you've never used a sword."//

She bit back a lot of her anger there; what she ended up saying was extremely different than what she wanted to say.

//Take is easy Setsuna... I'm only playing okay?// He warmly smiles.

It's hard for Sakurazaki not to roll her eyes. Wasn't it just yesterday that he had a stick up his butt when she was trying to joke around with him? He was so confusing!

But...he did make her pancakes. Cute pancakes at that. So she sighs again, this time to encourage herself to return the smile, if only a bit. //"Sorry..."//

//Hey... no need to apologize.// Grin.

She arches an eyebrow at him. This whole good mood thing was kind of creepy.

Ranma steals a pancake and munches on it mischeviously.

Yeah, that helps settle her mind.

//"What are you planning? You're obviously plotting something. That's the only logical explaination for all that grinning."//

There's only one pancake left, and her stomach's not about to let him have it, so it's quickly being shoved into her mouth.

//Plofing?// Full mouthed confusion. Could Ranma EVER plot something?

There's a snort of laughter. //"Okay, maybe not."//

Sakurazaki sighs a bit, finishing the last of the pancake, rising from the couch to cut across the room to the kitchenette. She begins to work on cleaning the dishes.

//"Thanks for the pancakes, Ranma. And the good company."// Even if he did kind of irk her for a bit there, his intentions were probably good, and she couldn't hold it against him, really.

//Sure! Always glad ta see ya! Have a good sleep!// He nearly skips off to bed.

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