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Fourth Floor Common Room; Friday Night.

Getting purple jello stains out of a white blouse? Impossible. Getting it out of white skin? May as well be impossible. Face still slightly splashed with remnants of purple that no amount of scrubbing seemed to get rid of (who knew lack of pigmentation could stain so much?), Sakurazaki drifts down to the common room, looking extremely tired (mmmm, comfy PJs)...and strangely very whimsical. Happy. Her shoulders slump and her feet drag, but she can't seem to erradicate her smile. Even spending several hours down in the salle trying to clean off Yuunagi didn't phase this sudden (for lack of a better word) mellow. Neither did the fact that she was starving. Neither did the fact that her back was in a lot of pain. She wasn't even really bothered by the fact that everyone at the race had seen her wings (although she did secretly hope that they had mostly been too preoccupied to notice her darting around the sky like that).

Nope. Nothing. She sighs wistfully.

But there was still food to be had. Lots of food. Her stomach rumbles loudly as she reaches for a pan and her rice. She gives it a little snarl. //"You'd think all that jello would be enough food for one day..."//

[[s'opeeeeeeen!]]

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Ranma happens to be eatting a granola bar at the moment as he passes the common room. He peeks in. //Woah. You look happpy.//

Sakurazaki looks up from her rice, soft wistful smile still plastered on her face, eyes looking a little misted. //"Oh, hi, Ranma!"// She's pretty damn close to a beam, albeit a tired on. Her shoulders lift slightly with the head-tilting smile, and she doesn't even notice the pain.

//What... happened to you today?//

Face flushed pink (and still slightly speckled purple), the shoulders creep up more. Cute Girl Expression No. 32. Unavoidable at this point (Japanese school girl genes exist even in half-humans). //"Fought dragons,"// she says, maintaining the oddly cute expression. Okay, so it was dragon, but she was still increadibly please with herself. Especially since....

Biting her lip, the pink turns red and she turns rather suddenly back to her rice.

//They didn't posses you right...? You're never this happy...//

//"Ranma!"// Oh, God, she actually laughed, grinning broadly. //"I got to fight today! I got to protect. I even used Yuunagi and my techniques and everything. Do you know how long it's been since I've actually gotten to fight for something? It was amazing!"//

Very close to girly-squealing.

//Sorry I missed it. I don't like going to those big things. Crowds uh... make me nervous... Who were you protecting anyways..?//

The blush deepens, head lowering, and Sakurazaki bites her lip a little as she hesitates. Boy, this rice sure is interesting. //"Well, Jude was going to be racing, so he was right there in the middle of it when the dragons attacked..."//

It's hard to feel so embarrassed when she was so damn proud.

//Jude.// This is a very embittered tone. She might hear the sound of him crushing the wrapper in his hand. But she probably can't see the way he narrows his eyes.

Completely oblivious to such changes in his disposition as per usual, Sakurazaki chuckles slightly. //"Not so good with dragons, that one,"// she says idly, voice a little overly fond. //"Maybe if he had his skateboard..."//

//Yeah. I'll bet he couldn't hurt a fly.//

Sakurazaki's head tilts slightly as she considers that prospect. //"Not intentionally, anyway."//

//Why do you like him so much anyways?!// He's frusterated. If he was really honest, what he wanted to say was 'why don't you like me..?' but he's not ready to stow away irrational anger as his response.

//"Hm?"// Sakurazaki turns a questioning look Ranma's way. What a stra....Oh. Ohhhhhh. For a fleeting second, it looks very much like she'd been hit hard in the face with a sack of 'you're a clueless idiot, Setsuna' as she remembers...that one night. The flush promptly drains from her face; she coughs as she turns her head promptly back to the rice. There's a wince. How could she have been so mindlessly inconsiderate?

//"I...I'm sorry, Ranma,"// she says quietly. The chastising going on inside of her head is so prevelant that she isn't sure if she actually did say it or not.

//Sure ya are. Real sorry.// He looks awfully stung.

Her head shifts even further away, turning slightly away as she looks to the other side, toward the floor. What does someone say to something like that? What should she say at all?

//"I am,"// she says, turning back to him in an effort to retain some sort of affirmation in her actions, but she has to pull herself away within a moment, cheeks flushed. //"I..."// She's obviously struggling for words; she gives up, though, with a sigh. //"I don't know..."//

//You know.. Whatever... I'm glad you had a good... day.// He gives up to his hurt feelings. He can only cover it with anger for so long.

The shoulder closest to him lifts slightly. If he would have argued with her, she would know how to respond. But this? She didn't know how to handle this...

Sakurazaki idly stirs her rice with a chopstick. //"It...it's a shame you weren't there, Ranma,"// she says, still quietly, after a moment. She has to say something... //"I'm sure you could have really showed a dragon or two who's boss."//

//Yeah. But I can't go to those things. Too many people.// He sounds crushed. Maybe she can hear it. Or see it on his face.

She can hear...something in his voice. But she doesn't quite know what it means. Sakurazaki draws in a deep breath. Was she doing the right thing here? It was just....so much easier to just talk about something else. //"It's not really easy for me, either, you know. But trying to be more social is one of the reasons I'm here, you know, so I try.."//

She's got to make things up to him somehow. Frowning, she tries to figure out what she could do....

//"Maybe we should go to one of them together, you know? Like the next basketball game, or whatever next Friday's event is? Maybe it wouldn't be so intimidating in each other's company?"//

//Sure you don't want to just go with JUDE?// He looks at his feet. Who'd want to go with him anyway? Mizu would. He's a bit releaved when he thinks of his happy puppy back in his room.

Sakurazaki's half tempted to slam her bowl of rice onto the counter in a sudden spurt of anger. Here she was, trying to do all she could to make up for her inconsiderateness, and he was tossing it right back in her face. She sucks in a deep breath, trying to keep her fury in check, reminding herself that she had been disrespectful, and he had every right to do do. Still, she didn't have to be happy about it.

//"I'm not asking Jude, am I?"// Voice? Definately ters, mostly for him making her have to say something so obvious. //"I'm asking you."//

God help her, if he continued to be a pig-headed, stubborn idiot after that....

//I guess...// He doesn't want to be here anymore. All this thinking about her with Jude makes him sick. He wishes he was back in his room spending time with his puppy.

//"Y..you guess?"//

Okay, Sakurazaki, calm down. Just calm the hell down. Deep breaths. She deserved every second of this and more.

She sets her bowl down on the counter...lightly. Then, she turns toward him, imploring him with a long, hard, critical look. She had no idea what the hell he wanted her to say, what the hell she could do to saisfy him. What the hell did he want from her?

...besides...that. But that couldn't happen. So perhaps there was nothing she could do.

Sakurazaki sighs. //"Just forget about it. Sorry to have upset you, Ranma. Excuse me."// She nods her head, shoulders into it slightly to make it resemble a bow, and brushes past him toward the door.

He grabs her hand to stop her. //Look. Don't take it like that. I just mean you don't seem like you wanna go with me. I don't want pity dates or nothing. I'll leave anyway. You were here first.// He drops her hand if she hasn't pulled away already and walks for the door himself.

Of course, the touch leaves her shocked. It shouldn't; she should have almost expected it, but she never did. And Sakurazaki does pull her arm away, tucking it gingerly in against her chest. But she stops, regarding him with a rather confused look on her face.

He's the one who seems like he doesn't want to go! He's the one refusing her offer with every possible excuse.

There's a flash of nearly arm-waving panic across her face. He made no sense!

//"If you don't want to, Ranma, all you have to do is say so....There's no need to lead me through all these convuluted arguements when a simple 'no, thank you' would suffice."//

//"And I'm done here, anyway. I need some sleep..."//

//It ain't like that Setsuna! I wanna go with you! ...And I don't care where as long as I'm with you... But you.. gotta promise you want to go with me.// He looks very serious.

So confusing.

//"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to. You're being very illogical, Ranma. Why wouldn't I want to spend time with you? Y..you're my best friend, but any time we do spend together is done through chance meetings like this. I mean, we haven't even gotten that tea yet! We should be doing things together more often, like hanging out at the games and...and...stuff."//

//... Yeah... you're right... well... we can see each other on Friday then...// She really broke him this time. He can't put up anymore fight. Everytime he tries to pour his heart out to her she makes him regret it. Sometimes he wishes he never knocked on her door that day...

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