Puffin Campfire, Late Saturday Afternoon.

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Sakurazaki had been feeling rather lazy, especially for her, today. She was still bothered intensely by her recent bout of thinking too much about her jobs, and her right arm and shoulder was killing her from weilding Peter's sword not dirty. But she was also feeling a little restless. Snatching up her English copy of "The Art of War," a dictionary, and a notebook, she perches herself crosslegged on a log around the campfire, alternating between reading and composing some sort of sketchy lesson plan to incorperate Eastern philosphy into Peter's training.


[[open; my availabilty today? Really crazy and wonky. Unpredictable. So expect slow-play on the Sakurazaki interaction. I still wanted to toss something out, though. SP is love, and all that. :) ]]

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Shit. Sakurazaki's fist clenches slightly as he moves away. She barely got to touch his head, much less find a bump. And he was obviously guarding it well. She had to take a different approach.

"Okay, Jude....er...Vince?" Sakurazaki gulps. This is not good, not good! "Tell me something. You don't happen to remember recently hitting your head on anything, do you? Hit by something, fallen...fallen out of a tree, or anything?"

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Vince let out his Talking to Gushing Fangirls laugh, shaking his head a little. "Well, your concern for my well-being sure is touching, honey, but I'm right as rain."

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"Acid rain, maybe," she grumbles, lip curling slightly in a snarl. She's half tempted to send a flying kick to the back of Jude's head...if she knew from several warning with her dealings with Ranma-chan how damanging that could be and if she could ever bring herself to send a blow toward Jude...which she couldn't. Ever.

So she sighs, feeling rather defeated, shoulders slumping and head lowering slightly to hide her disappointment. If he didn't even remember hitting his head, this could be bad. But what could she do about it?

"Looking for the park, you say?" she asks, heavily.

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Vince beamed. "Yes, the park. Hey, pretty girl like you should come down! We're having a big dance-off, all the kids will be there."

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Sakurazaki shakes her head, dropping down onto the log, reaching down to pick up her notebook and pen on the ground. "No, that's okay, I'm not really much of a dancer," she says quietly, sadly, starting to scribble something down on the notebook. The beginnings of a map, to show Jude/Vince the way to the park. A way that would be extremely easy to stalk along, as well. Because she couldn't very well just let him go and leave it at that. She'd have to keep an eye on him.

Finishing, she rips the sheet of paper from the notebook and offers it up to him with a smile that barely masks her devistation and worry. "Here you go. Hopefully this will help?"

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Vince took it with a rakish smile. "Why, thank you very much, little lady." He tossed off a little salute as he spun and began walking off, fixing his hair yet again and crooning to himself in a voice warm-up.

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"Yeah, no problem, Vince," Sakurazaki mumbles and glares at his back as he drifts off, at the spot on the back of his head where she thought she had felt a lump. And generally keeps glaring until she knows it's safe to dash off and start the stalking. But not until after she puts her books away, of course.