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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.))

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Sakurazaki was hoping that a day of rest from training would help her get back into a sleeping schedual. One had taunted her last week, but it was really just a tease, as she's back to a typically, near-insomniac routine. But she feels so idle, not being able to concentrate on much for more than a few minutes. Sighing, she glances out the window of her room. Raining lightly. Very lightly, thankfully. It shouldn't be too much of a problem. She might as well get a problem out of the way while she's got time to kill. She quickly changes into one of her back-ripped shirts before heading up to the roof.

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.

//Yo Setsuna! What brings ya up here? It's late ain't it?// That smile is all to natural as he sees her.

Lightly, she returns the grin. She looks tired, though, so it isn't very enthusiastic. //"Yeah, it's late, but I'm back to not sleeping. You mind if I bring out my wings? That's kind of why I came up here. Take care of them when I have a chance so they don't start itching later like they have been."//

//Go for it. I'll stand look out if ya want. Me and Mizu got it under control. No flyin' girls here right boy?// Mizu wags his tail at the attention and his name but pays Ranma very little mind.

The grin grows a bit with a laugh that emerges only through a sighing exhale through her nose. //"Thanks. But I don't think I actually mind so much any more. Maybe like it's too stressful to keep...so many secrets when, really, I'm... starting to think they don't matter that much? I even went so far...as...to mention to Walter that...the next time they go roof-diving....I'd join them."//

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.

Still has the urge to touch them, they're pretty and fluffy. He doesn't think of them badly, he still can't even though she yelled at him for saying that they were pretty once. He just watches her a bit, not a creepy stare, but more just an admiring kind of one.

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.

The wings react to the sudden creature taking an interesting in their now-damp down by arching up high on Sakurazaki's back, well out of the reach of any puppy teeth that might want to ruffle them or, even worse, pull them out like they were attached to some chew toy. Sakurazaki was definately not a chew toy. ~~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."//

//I think she'll be happy if you are.// Just like I try to be. Ranma's glad that he's learned when to stop himself from saying things. Or maybe that's just the girl hormones that make him less impulsive and stupid. He smiles at her though, it's like that smile creeps out at her on it's own. He's not in control of it. Mizu starts in on his barking again, he sniffs around her ankles and chews on the ends of her shoes.

Chuckling slightly, Sakurazaki lands, continuing the decent down until she's on her knees in front of Mizu, offering out her hand for his nose. //"He really does like shoes, doesn't he?"//

Mizu sniffs then wraps his harmless mouth around her thumb. His teeth are too small to do any damage.

//Seems so. I guess they're pretty chewy though. Probably feels nice on his teeth.//

With the hand that's not being idly nibbled on, Sakurazaki scratches behind Mizu's ears. //"Don't you have any chew toys for him?"//

//Yeah but he seems to like shoes more.// Mizu doesn'y mind this winged thing anymore. It pets him nicely. He decides to run around some more and Ranma boredly leans backwards over the roof, just handing on with his knees.

((ooc: Damn internets. Anyways I must say that it would be sooo fun to slip...))

Sakurazaki's immediately to her feet, eyes wide with a mingling of shock, fear, and anger. //"Ranma! What are you doing!"//

He couldn't possibly be thatstupid, could he?

He laughs. //Don't worry silly. I do stuff like this all the time! Plus, six floors is nothin'. I'd hardly get hurt if I fell.//

//"For one thing,"// she starts off in a very huffy matter-of-fact tone, //"it's seven stories, because there's also the attic. And even then! No one could escape being injured at that. It's late, it's raining, accidents are prone to happen when you least expect them. Get the hell up."// The tone becomes much more demanding at the end. She's pull him up herself if the positioning allowed it, but it didn't, and she wasn't about to spend the entirety of tomorrow eating because she had gone into flight on his account.

John couldn't take the dorms anymore with this feeling of emo in the rain. So before he started cutting or writing bad songs with lots of screaming, he goes for a walk.

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.

//'m not gonna fall okay?// He hangs down further, now only using his feet. The rain, as water is usually anyway, treats him badly. One of his shoes slips off his foot and his grip fails. IN the air he flails a bit, reaching out to grab a window sill.

//"Ranma!"//

Sakurazaki is in flight in a heartbeat, ready to throw herself down at her quickest speeds to catch up with a decending Ranma. When she finds him on the side of the building latched to a window sill, she's incredibly relieved, but her anger is even sharper.

//"What did I tell you?"// She drifts down, wings flapping gently as she hoovers behind him. She crosses her arms over her chest as she swiftly admonishes him. //"You're lucky your reflexes are so sharp. Honestly, hanging off the side of a roof in the rain? Have you no brains what-so-ever? I have half a mind to just leave you there instead of helping you back up."//

//I don't care if you leave me here! I never said I needed your help. I can climb back up. Or I can just jump down. I told you it won't hurt me.//

He calls over to him, seeing as he seems to not notice him. "Hey John." Mizu doesn't hesitate to scrammble and jump on John's ankles.

"Hey, Ranmay! Help! I'm being puppied!" John steps into the rain and starts playing with a wet pupster.

//"You're so stubborn,"// she assesses idly, adding and a real idiot sometimes inside of her head. //"You think I'm not going to insist on helping you back up? You'll probably try to climb back up, slip again, hit your head against the side of the building and be stuck as Ranma-chan for a week. No way is that happening again. Come on."//

Sakurazaki flies up behind him, wrapping her arms underneath his and locking them into place so that, should he let go, he'd be fully supported by her and she's fly him easily back up. He could take it or leave it. If he continued to be so stubborn, she'd just grab him by the collar of his shirt and drag him up if she had to. But she'd prefer if he chose to make things a little easier on her. And, of course, it's important to note that, in able to do this, she has to bring her body right up against his back, head tilted slightly at his shoulder. She drifts up slightly, enough to give him a little pull.

"It's Ranma. Just Ranma. Mizu!" He bends down and whistles to the puppy, who appears to finally be getting the hang of coming when called.

The only reason he allows himself to let go is because he's a girl and it won't look as embarassing. When he does and he's finally resting against her abit he instantly regrets it. She's so close. Too close. He can hardly handle the blushing onslaught. He shivers a little, girls make him so nervous.

//Ranma-chan...? Ugh. Next time just fump hot water on me. Or hit me good. I don't ever want that again.// Little does he realize that Setsuna couldn't possibly hit Ranma-chan. She'd cry.

"Chill dude. Heya, pupster. So how's things on this wonderfully rainy day?"

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