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fandomhighdorms2006-06-18 11:19 pm
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Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Night.
Sakurazaki's face was pretty red tonight, but it had nothing to do with the common cause of excessive blushes. Nope. She hadn't even been out in the sun for very long, had slathered herself in suntan lotion, but she was still incredibly burned. A lot of it had gone away, thankfully, but it still hurt on her shoulders (well, her right shoulder anyway; her ponytail acted as a pretty decent shade for the left), and her nose was peeling pretty badly, and the tender spot between her shoulder blades was nearly flaring. This was almost worse than post-flight aches, and it was keeping her up, making it uncomfortable to snuggle into a pillow. She drifts toward the freezer of the kitchenette, taking out some ice cubes and putting them into several plastic baggies, wrapping a few small towels around them. That finished, she walks over to the couch, laying down on it with one pack wedged between her back and the arm of the couch, one pack rested on her shoulder, and another carefully balanced on her forehead as she tilts it back slightly. She cracks open her book, a few grains of sand falling out of the pages, and holds it up to read.
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Sakurazaki goes to lean back on the couch, and quickly sits back up. Ewwww. That stuff on her back right now would make it rather difficult to lounge.
//"Hey, you want to go for a walk or something, Ranma? I don't really feel like lying around so much anymore."//
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