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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Released from detention - he still didn't know why he had been there anyways - Vince twitched his sports jacket straight, fastidiously straightening himself out. He seemed to have gotten a little lost looking for the dance he was supposed to be hosting. Luckily, he spotted a pretty young thing who might be able to help him out.

Putting his hands on his hips and smiling rakishly, he said in his usual television personality patter, "Well hello, young lady! I was hoping you could help a confused fellow out."