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Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

Jude really had no idea what was going on. It was wiggy, yes. And the fact that they were locked in the dorms was kinda scary. But Jude had been here long enough to know that he was in just about the safest place he could be when confronted with Weird and Dangerous Stuff.

So, in typical teenager fashion, it was time for some hardcore cartoon vegging.

Besides, it was nice actually hearing human voices after a day of silence.

[[Open leik woah.]]

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Ugh, such a perfect opprotunity, thwarted by the hoovering potential of lurking danger. Sakurazaki knew that loud cartoon and flashing colours probably lead to a Jude rife for a ninja "attack," but, with all the circulating warnings, the timing would probably not be so good. The urge was great, but she was smart enough to know that this was not the time to go around sneaking up on people.

So she does the next best thing she can think of. She gives a clattering knock on the doorframe to let Jude know she was there, and drifts over with a grin to plop down beside him, leans over, and grabs a kiss. And then takes his hand and gives it a little squeeze because, good, he's safe.

[[posting on my part may be spotty. ;_; sorry.]]

Good thinking.

He grinned back at Setsuna, equally glad that she seemed to be alright. He squeezed her hand back and shifted a little closer to wrap his arms around her in a loose hug, accented with another little kiss.

Moving with exaggerated, Charlie Chaplin-esque movements, he pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, displayed it, then flipped it open and opened the text messaging again.

Hey

Grinning as she leans over a bit to read the little screen, Sakurazaki gives a little wave of her hand and mouths, "Hey" back, knowing that at least that could be easily understood. She then tilts her head a little, holding out her hand for the phone. She never kept her cell phone with her (although she really should) and, besides, wouldn't know how to access text messaging on it even if it had it.

Jude carried a cellphone like half the student body would carry a firearm if it wasn't against the rules. But he handed it over with a smile, his arm settling on the back of the couch behind Setsuna's shoulders, attention completely diverted from the television.

Sakurazaki sort of hunches over the cell phone as she tries to punch in the right keys for her message. It seems to be taking a lot of her concentration, biting her lip as her finger pecks at this key, thumb hurriedly presses that one a few times.

Ultimately, with a sigh and a shake of her head, she gives up, handing the phone back to Jude and shifting slightly to retrieve a small notebook and pen from the waistband of her skirt. Grinning as she flips the notebook open (her pride in her resourcefulness overrides her embarrassment for failing at technology), she scribbles down the message much faster.

What's up? And, plus. Writing meant smily faces.

Jude laughed silently at her fumbling efforts, finding them absolutely adorable. He took the phone back and leaned over to read what she wrote and grinned. He pointed at the television and then yawned, miming snoring sleep. His head came up, a finger pointed at her, and an eyebrow lifted. You? he mouthed.

Sakurazaki grinned brightly at Jude's own mimed communication, finding them rather adorable as well. In response, she gives him a little thumbs up, and then rubs a little at her shoulder and then her arm with an exaggerated pout. She displays the bruise on the back of her arm prominantly, almost proudly, and then goes to mimic sword swings, holding an invisible blade in her hands. And hoping he gets it.

Jude's eyes widened. She was in a fight, but she didn't seem to be so upset about that, so it wasn't too bad. He tapped a few keys.

On purpose?

She chuckles silently, giving him a nod.

Kinda. she writes. Fight club last nite was fun. And another smily face, this one with an open-mouthed grin.

Jude grinned and gave her a thumbs up, glad that she hadn't been injured with one of the monster-type things that were running around. He knew it must be hard for her to sit inside rather than be out fighting the whatever-they-were.

But since he was hardpressed to come up with a way to describe this that wouldn't take five minutes to right down, he decided to do the only logical thing to do in such a situation and kiss her.

Eeee. Sakurazaki hadn't exactly expected that that would be the response to her showing off her battle wounds, but she'd take it, and leaned in as she returned the kiss. If she had even in the slightest bit began to change her mind about the silence and started to feel that it was getting tedious, it was completely gone now. Nonverbal communication indeed.

The arm that was on the back of the couch now came down to settle around her shoulders, but he kept his hands there. He would have loved to pull Setsuna onto his lap, but he knew how not well she did with stuff like that. So he was just enjoying all this, er, nonverbal communication going on at the moment.

There's a little bit of a wince at the arm on her shoulder, and the kiss is interupted by a blushing, bashful little giggle of silence. She bites her lip just a little as the red deepens, but it's only a brief moment, and she's back to pressing her lips to his.

That blushing thing was so cute. And also very ego-boosting. Jude had seen Jonesy reduce girls to blushes and giggles, but his own attempts had never elicited quite that response. Starr had actually laughed at him a couple of times.

Mmmm, kisses.

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