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Fourth Floor Common Room; Late Monday Night.

Sakurazaki, feeling a little restless and still a bit hungry, had drifted down to the common room, where she sprawled out a bit on the couch, a bowl of grapes sitting beside her on the floor, with an old black-and-white samurai flick playing on the television with the volume turned down. She's pretty comfy in her pajamas, hair down after a nice hot shower after ~~handwavey~~ training. Occatioanlly popping a few grapes into her mouth, her attention was more focused on the item in her hands than the television, the knit cap that Jude had made for her. Studying the workmanship, examining the way the stitches work, but mostly just grinning a lot. Because Jude had made it especially for her. Not even as an afterthought, as was indicated by the very prominant but offkilter S. She couldn't think of a single time where anyone else had ever done something like this before. And with all the had been troubling her lately....The more she considered it, the more it started to really mean a lot to her. And the more she started to realize how lucky she was.

Chuckling a little at herself, Sakurazaki gives a happy little sigh, tugs the hat into place on her head, and resituates herself to direct her attention to the movie. It was late; not like anyone was going to come in and notice. And, if they did, so what? It was a gift to her from someone she cared deeply about...and who cared deeply for her. It was like a badge of honour or something. At least, it was in the wee hours of the night.

[[open like your fly during a big speech]]

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Ranma was again restless and headed to lounge in the common room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Setsuna in the hat. He tries to leave but he can't stiffle his laughter as he tries to escape. "Pffttt heheheheh."

Sakurazaki had kind of gotten caught up in the movie and, turning her head with a grape halfway to her open mouth, frowns suddenly at a nearly giggling Ranma. //"What?"// she asks, rather forgetting about the hat at that point.

//I'm sorry but you heheheh look so silly in that hehehe!///

The frown remains, and she looks down slightly as she tugs at the collar of her pajamas. //"These? What's wrong with them? They're just normal pajamas..."//

//No no. I mean your hat.// Those pajamas are cute of course. But he deffinately can't say that right now.

//"Hat?"// Sakurazaki's hand drifts to her head. Oh, yeah! She blushes just a little (very little for her), shoulders shrugging as her head ducks lightly with a quiet chuckle. She pulls a little on the tassels, bringing it down her forehead a bit. //"Oh, you're just jealous because you don't have a cool hat with earflaps and a big S."// She bites her lip against what might possibly be the beginings of a giggle.

//I sure hope the day I'm jealous of that never comes.// He shrugs. That was his honest opinion.

Sakurazaki's grin softens a bit with a little bit of sadness, and she slowly pulls the tuque off her head, wrapping her hands around it as she settles it in her lap, shifting on the couch to a sitting position. The thumbs run over the knitting and she frowns a little. Well, she still thought it was cool...sure, it signified that Jude was a dork, but he was her dork, and he made dorky hats for her. The smile flits back.

...But there was another issue here other than the hat; this was the first she'd seen of Ranma since Friday....and she'd been doing a lot of thinking about it. She looks up at him, thumbs still twitching against the hat in her hands. Her expression is a little worried, doubtful. Makes it clear that there's something she'd really like to say to him. //"Hey, Ranma?"//

//Yeah? Dya want me ta go? I will.//

Sakurazaki shakes her head, smiling slightly. //"No. I just...I'm sorry, Ranma. About Friday. I should have never have said some of those things I said about you, calling you an idiot and all that. Because I did actually give some thought to what you told me, and you were right. I shouldn't take things so seriously; I shouldn't let my purpose in life hang so heavily on what other people expect from me...Thank you for that. I'm sorry I had been so...brash about it."//

He stares at her for a minute. //You just... said I was right.... are you feeling okay?//

Sakurazaki sucks in a deep breath, hands clenching around the hat. She had half a mind to throw it at him. Here she was, trying to be all sweet and nice and apologitic, and he has to go and be so....Ranma about it. And if she wasn't feeling sorry enough as it was about Friday, now she really was because she had completely missed one of the obviously rare moments where the boy had done something intelligent.

But she wasn't going to get mad. That would only fascillitate the problem more and they'd end up right back to where they started. Fine, whatever. She'd facilitate his stupid male ego. //"Well, you were right! There was a lot of sense in what you said, once you get around all the insults and yelling..."//

He tries to ignore the flattery and not get too weird about it. //Well I wasn't tryin' to insult ya. 'm glad ya get that now. I told ya. Words don't work for me.// He walks a bit closer and cautiously reaches out to touch her head.

Sakurazaki's head shifts as she cranes her neck to look back at Ranma; his approaching hand would have probably brushed a few strands of hair before the movement. She's, of course, rather oblivious, worried because, technically speaking, he hasn't forgiven her yet. //"But they were actually good words for once, so I'm sorry I got upset, okay?"// Her tone is mostly concerned, hopeful.

He babbles for a minute, thinking back to how he felt yesterday. //... I mean it ain't like... I even have a purpose in my life... or if I can ever learn to not be so...// Hopeless. He bites his lip and heaves a sigh. //Don't even worry 'bout it though. I just took what you said too seriously. I mean. 'm fine.// He's pulls back his hand. Why had he even started to do that anyways? Stupid.

Sakurazaki had her head tilted back against the back of the couch to look at him while he talks, and she leave it there, frowning a little. What she said. She didn't want to think too much on that because she had said some pretty terrible things to him, too. //"I really am sorry, Ranma. I shouldn't have said those things..."// Her eyes? Might appear a little watery.

He walks around and sits down next to her, but about a foot away, he's not forward enough to get closer. //Ya ain't the only one. Sorry 's okay. I'm fine with that.// Yeah he's looking at her with his dejected puppy face, totally not on purpose.

Sakurazaki sighs with relief, smiling softly at him across the couch. //"Good."// Another sigh. //"...God, we fight so much, Ranma. But I'm glad we can always reach an understanding afterwards..."//

//"..And...did you really mean that one part of what you said on Friday? About how, if...maybe they did send someone after me because I can't do my job anymore, that you'd...you'd help protect me?"// Her shoulders hunch significantly around that; it wasn't easy for her to ask it. Asking it meant admitting that you needed protection; or, at the very least, that you wanted it. But she did. She'd been trying not to think about it, but she was scared...

//Course I would! You don't think I'd just sit back and let someone hurt ya do ya? I'd protect ya no matter what!// He looks determined. He's not bragging right now and she might notice he's looking awfully noble.

He looks into her eyes seriously. //No matter what got it?//

Sakurazaki nods firmly. //"Got it."// She smiles lightly, rubbing the back of her neck. //"I'm usually the one saying stuff like that, though."//

//Well you'd do the same fer me probably...// Ranma shyly inches one hand closer to her hand that's resting on the couch. //Not that anyone's after me or nothin'..~~Other than Ukyo, Shampoo, Ryoga, some little guys that look like pork buns, and my dad~~//

Sakurazaki sighs, eyes shifting away for a moment, a worried expression of distraction. //"Thankfully, right now I think we're safe and there's nothing to worry about, but there's really no telling how long that'll last. If I don't get a job in soon, we'd better just keep our eyes open..."//

He nods and finally lightly puts his fingers over hers, it's meant to be comforting. //You don't have to be afraid...//

Impulsively, Sakurazaki's fingers respond to Ranma's by latching themselves around his hand, holding on tightly. And just the fact that that was her response instead of pulling away only compounds her statement into reality. //"So much has changed for me, Ranma, in so little time. It's...hard not to be."// Her eyes are still cast away, her face lightly flushed.

Ranma blushes lightly at the way she takes his hand. //'s gonna be okay. You'll be fine...// He really wants to hold her tight but he doesn't dare move or she'll probably just let go of his hand and yell at him.

//"Yeah..."// she says quietly. //"If anything, I can always find a new place here. I've already kind of done that, you know? Or go to Canada, maybe work for the yakuza there..."//

Yes, she still sincerely things that there's a Canadian yakuza. And is still partially convinced their out to get her. She's a rather paranoid thing....

Sweatdrop. What in the world is she talking about. //Uh... there's no yakuza in Canada...//

She gives him a very stern look. //"That's what they want you to think. ~~Except that they probably don't call themselves yakuza; they probably have a French word for it~~."

He looks bewildered but shrugs. //Uh... okay...//

~~John is too busy to interrupt, or to sit nearby with a bucket o' popcorn and listen in. His plans? Find Jude, pants him, and steal his skateboard. mwahahaha~~

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