Fourth Floor Common Room; Late Monday Night.

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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]]