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Fourth Floor Common Room; Late Tuesday Night.

Rubbing at her sore shoulders a little, Sakurazaki had drifted down the hallway and into the common room to get a glass of water. For the most part, she'd been sleeping pretty soundly because of all the training she'd been doing, but she'd slipped out of a dreamless moment, suddenly parched. Still half-awake, she stood at the sink, filling up a glass.

[[ for

ranma_sao to finally get some well-earned payback. heh.]]

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A very noisey thump is heard in the nearby hall, followed by a giggle that she might recognize.

Sakurazaki lifted her head slightly toward the door; she doesn't quite think she's ever really heard a sound like that before, but there is definately something strangely familiar about it. As well as cute and unsettling. Before she decides to investigate, she thought perhaps she'd better wait and see if she hadn't just imagined it.

//Hehehehe what was it again... 4.. 2... 1...// He struggles both to get up and to remember his room number. John had just told him right...?

Okay, she definately recognized that voice. The glass was abandoned in the sink for a moment as Sakurazaki poked her head out of the common room. "Ranma?"

//oh.. Setsuna.. hiiiii.. I fo'gets wish room is mine...// He grins broadly at her from the floor, as if not knowing where his room was was on of the greatest honors one could recieve.

Of course, Sakurazaki assumed the worst first, eyes growing rather wide, but she relaxed when she realized that he'd just called her Setsuna. No -chan. She breathed out a sigh of relief. But there was still something up.

//"...You can't remember your room number?"// She drifted over to him, offering her hands to help him up.

//Yesh. John shaid it wash on thish floor..// He accepts her hand without hesistation and when he's closer to her, hand still in hers he looks at her a little astonished. //You look lovely tonight.//

Sakurazaki's astonishment went well past Ranma's. What was he talking about? She'd just rolled out of bed to get a drink...Still, she flushed deeply, blinking as she looked a hit, a little too stunned to move. //"I...I..."// Ranma? Just complimenting her like that? S...Something had to be up...

Ranma smiles winningly and pokes her forehead. //Don't be shilly. Coursh ya do!// He lets go of her hand to try to do a little twirl and falls of his butt. Loss of all cordination for the poor boy. He just ends up laughing about it though.

Sakurazaki was very confused. She continued to blink, befuddled, one of her released hands drifting to her forehead, rubbing at the spot he poked for a moment. And then her eyes drifted back to him. //"You feeling okay, Ranma?"//

She was reluctant, but she offered him her hand again.

He takes it again and smiles, up on his feet again. //Yesh I'm fine of coursh!//

Frowning deeply, Sakurazaki started to think she knew what was going on here. She didn't understand it at all; drinking hardly seemed like something Ranma would do, but she had seen enough of her classmates drunk off their asses enough to recognized the behaviour of someone who'd be tilting back the bottle a little too much.

Still...she leaned in close, trying to catch the scent of alcohol on his breath.

//Setsuna...// he whispers almost. //I never told you how mush I love your eyesh...// Ranma closes the distance between their lips and kisses her softly. It's not sloppy or too soft. He pulls away slowly a moment after, blinking at her.

The most notable, direct reaction from Sakurazaki was a quiet gasp, the kind that caught in the throat on the way out. The rest was all just shocked staring, with the occational fluttering blink. Ranma had just kissed her. Ranma Saotome has just kissed her.

And all she wanted to do was kiss him back. It was like the dam had sprung a leak and, weak kneed, she wanted the levee to just crumble apart.

Which was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Not only was she someone else's girlfriend, but Ranma was drunk. Really drunk. Everything about it was wrong. What kind of person was she to even think about it?

But, God...the flutter in her chest at that moment. Almost painful.

"Ranma..."

He has a very cute carefree smile on his face. Cue giggling as he grins.

Sakurazaki took his hand. She can't deal with this right now. //"Come on,"// she began pulling him down the hallway. //"Let's get you to your room..."//

He takes it and gladly follows her. Near the end he's leaning heavily on her shoulder, not really able to balance enough to make it without that. //Nigh-Nigh Setsunaaaa//

Having him so close to her, leaning on her like that, after that kiss was not a good thing. It was late, she was tired, her brain was probably still half asleep, and he was drunk. Sakurazaki drew in a deep breath.

She doubted if he could make it to his bed without incident, but there was no way she was going in that room. Her mind was creating all sorts of scenarios that they shouldn't have been. But she does hold open the door for him. //"G'nite, Ranma. Remember to sleep on your stomach, okay?"// She added, slightly mumbling, //"No more drinking for you."//

He waves cutely and falls into bed happily. //Mizhu.. Ishen't Setsuna sho amazing?// He smiles at his puppy that lays next him on the pillow, if she's still halfway in the room she'd hear that.

Sakurazaki had heard it, and sharply reminded herself again that he was drunk as she softly closed the door. But, drunk or not, he'd still kissed her. And she had, God, wanted to kiss him back. She didn't exactly have an excuse...

Even with all the training she'd been doing, sleep was not going to be very easily found again tonight.

((I just put up may hugggeee (for me) Ranma wakes up post XD if you want something to read XD))

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