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fandomhighdorms2006-06-29 12:59 am
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Room421/Roof, Late Wednesday night
Ranma is trying to sleep. Trying. Yes. Mizu was being a pain. The rain was a bother for taking him out too. The beagle has been whining for an hour and he's tried everything. He's taken him outside twice, got him fresh water, played fetch, pet him, let him lay on his bed. Nothing is working. He keeps barking and running about the room. Ranma's getting sick of the cumbersome umbrella so he decides to go without and take a hot shower when he gets back inside.
He's too lazy to go all the was to the ground floor so he hooks Mizu's leash on and the two head for the roof. He transforms after only a minute in the rain and sighs. He unhooks Mizu, who appears to have a wonderful time splashing through his namesake. Ranma on the other hand, sits cross-legged on the edge of the building and rings some wetness from his red hair.
((OOC: Mostly for Setsuna but entirely open to anyone who want to come out in the rain late.))
He's too lazy to go all the was to the ground floor so he hooks Mizu's leash on and the two head for the roof. He transforms after only a minute in the rain and sighs. He unhooks Mizu, who appears to have a wonderful time splashing through his namesake. Ranma on the other hand, sits cross-legged on the edge of the building and rings some wetness from his red hair.
((OOC: Mostly for Setsuna but entirely open to anyone who want to come out in the rain late.))

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Needless to say, when she gets there, she's a little surprised to see Ranma already there. Why in the world would Ranma willingly go out in the ra...Met suddenly with barking and the splashing trail of an approaching pup, Sakurazaki has her answer. She smiles lightly. //"Hey there, Mizu. Hi, Ranma."// She drifts over to where he...she sits.
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Sakurazaki is extracting her wings as she talks, each pause in her conversation representing a wince and a shift as she braces herself for the pain of her skin pulling apart, their unfolding, their stretching. Her body is so sore from her training (a very good sore, of course) that she's handling the pain quite well tonight. Plus, she's kind of too tired to really care that much, but there's still a grunt once they're out, a slight buckling of the knees that she fights against.
The wings themselves shutter in the light rain before stretching completely, flutting a bit before recoiling a little around her. They seem to arch a little over her head, acting as a make-shift umbrella. The feathers near the very ends still shiver at the drops.
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Mizu is a bit alarmed by this. He trots over to Setsuna and barks at her. Ranma tries to calm him by firmly telling him to be quiet several times. Finally he stops on his own and sniffs at the feathers nearest to the ground.
Ranma finally responds. //'s good. I bet Konoka-san would be happy.//
In the back of his mind he's a little unhappy though, that secret was one of the very few things he has with Setsuna that not everyone else had. But he doesn't let that feeling to the surface.
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Yet.Since they're now up, Sakurazaki flaps her wings just a little, enough to lift her slightly off the ground as she idly converses. She grins; how's Mizu going to react to that? But she drops back down lightly quickly. //"You think?"// she starts, voice suddenly a little fond at the idea of making Ojou-sama happy. //"Well, I mean, sometimes I worry that she'll feel her plan is working a little too well, and worry about..."// She's tempted to say losing me, but settles with, //"...it."//
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//Seems so. I guess they're pretty chewy though. Probably feels nice on his teeth.//
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((ooc: Damn internets. Anyways I must say that it would be sooo fun to slip...))
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He couldn't possibly be thatstupid, could he?
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He doesn't even realise he's nearing the roof until he sees the tower.
His mom's tower.
His mom.
John stands in the doorway, the door half open, staring at the tower through the rain.
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