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Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Night.

Sleep seemed to be eluding Sakurazaki a lot lately. She drifted into the fourth floor common room for a glass of water, but, knowing a return to her room would be met with the same tossings and turnings that had plagued her earlier, she plopped down on the couch with her drink and idly flipped through channels on the television, hoping to find some good, old adventure movie. So far, she was finding nothing.

[[ mun can't sleep; method rp? anyways...open! ]]

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Ranma is not sleeping well as of late either. He wonders about the meaning of his conversation with Setsuna the other day. The feelings behind it all made no sense to him. He still didn't know how she felt. Not at all. He's been walking through the day like he was sleep walking and seeing a firmiliar ponytail over the edge of the couch he decides to tap her should gently.

Sakurazaki actually had, at that moment, found herself rather engrossed in a mindless action flick, which meant that she didn't notice Ranma approaching. The tap on the shoulder surprised her and, after the initial jump, sent her into attack mode. This meant grabbing onto Ranma's arm, twisting it behind his own back, and pulling her "enemy" into her so she could demand the usual information and spout the typical threats.

So. Close. Ack. Blush. "Ko-konbanwa..."

((konbanwa = Good evening))

"Who are you? What do---"

Sakurazaki blinked, realizing who it was she had just pulled into her lap. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she quickly released his arm and tossed her arms up. She was half-tempted to push him off of her, but that wouldn't be very nice since he was only there because she'd put him there.
"Oh," she said, gulping. "Ranma. //S...sorry...."//

He's shocked by the fact that she didn't thrown him off right away and he scoots off her looking very red in the face. //Ya're pretty uptight as usual Setsuna... Ya gotta relax...// He leans and cracks his neck after it was pulled a bit uncomfortably.

Sakurazaki winced a little at the cracking. //"I was feeling pretty relaxed,"// she said tersely after getting over her embarrassment a little, //"but someone had to come tap me on the shoulder."// She attempted to glare at him, but it only resulted in blushing again. Very vibrantly.

//Tappin' on the shoulder is pretty normal ya know?// He has to laugh. Setsuna can be so cute sometimes. All the time really...

//"To normal people, perhaps, yes."// She stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest. She'd like to see him contest that one.

//Hah. 'Course.// He smiles endearingly at her without even realizing it.

Sakurazaki blinked, frowning a bit. Why wasn't he trying to argue it? Was that all he had to say? And why in God's name was he smiling at her like that? She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, dropping her eyes away as another blush took over. He was kind of cute when he smiled like that...

Ack. No! She couldn't be thinking things like that. She scrambled for something to stay to steer her mind away. //"So...yeah, you shouldn't do that all the time. How many times have I done something like that to you? You'd think that by now you'd know that a simple hello would suffice."//

//Jus' tryin' to keep ya sharp. You always let me sneak up on ma so I gotta keep testin' ya til ya pass.// He makes a goofy face, teasing her.

This was no time to be playing ninja. Sakurazaki grunted and turned her face away. But that grunt sounded an awful lot like a supressed laugh, and her face was getting red again.

//Whatcha watchin' anyways?// He's in one of his very good moods.

Sakurazaki had noticed, and it wasn't sitting well with her. What? Did he think he could just kiss her and confess his love and then be all cute afterwards? That wasn't how it was supposed to work! Because it prevented her from being mad at him like she should be.

//"I'm not sure,"// she shrugged and glanced back to the television as a screeching motocrycle ran into a car and they both blew up. //"Just some mindless action flick."//

The kind you watch with your boyfriend, who is not Ranma, you dolt. Jude would totally not approve...

Ranma sits back and folds his hands behind his head, watching. //Ah. John likes this stuff.//

Sakurazaki hesitated. Usually, she had always tried to guard what she said in that area to Ranma, but maybe she really shouldn't have done that. Considering what it seemed to have led to: drunk kisses and not so drunk confessions. {erhaps she should be dropping subtle reminders to him about exactly why such things were inappropriate. So, after gulping, face red, she mentioned quietly, //"Yeah. Jude, too..."//

He grunts. That's a blow to the guilt... box...? ((wtf?)) //He does huh? I'm actually not that into em.//~~sonotgaysonotgay.~~

Sakurazaki shrugged again. //"I don't mind them so much. Although the fight scenes are incredibly unrealistic. Missions and jobs work nothing like that in real life."// She pouted a bit; it wasn't so much the fact of poor portrayal that bothered her, but that she'd inadvertantly tossed herself back into thinking about her own mission coming up.

//I don't really like even watchin' hand-ta-hand stuff cuz it makes ME wanna fight. I don't wanna jus' sit 'round an' watch it.// He sorta laughs, not really noticing that frown.

//"Don't you ever...just...get kind of sick of fighting?"//

He shakes his head. //Nah. It's somethin' I really like. Plus 's one of the only things 'm good at. I ain't worried about doin' it wrong. Like I am with everythin' else.// ~~Like with you.~~

"Hmmm." Sakurazaki turned terribly pensive. Maybe it was different for Ranma because his type of fighting was different from hers. Not that hers was better; Ranma always impressed her when they fought, but it wasn't as if he was using it to kill demons and magicians.

But she'd been dying to say this to someone, anyone and the chance was there.

//"...I'm thinking of giving it up..."//

//Hm?// He turns to look at her, looking almost Al-ish in his honest and sincere advice. //Well 's nothing wrong with that. If all the time 's been somethin' ya just fall back on an' it ain't somethin' that ya really like then it might be good. An' don't let anyone else tell ya how ya should choose on it, this should be all up ta you.//

Sakurazaki smiled at him a little, trying to ignore the tears she felt gathering in the corners of her eyes. //"You always did tell me that, didn't you? That I shouldn't let my life be restricted to what other people have dictated for it..."

He feels compelled and puts a hand gently on her head. //Yeah. Ya're free as a bird. So ta speak.// He sorta laughs.

((romantic icon for obvious reasons of that being so romantic pft..))

Sakurazaki glared at him from underneath his hand. Here she was, addressing a very big issue and pretty much telling him he had been right all along, and he responded with a degrading gesture and more of his stupid, stupid jokes.

Sakurazaki sighed. His stupid, stupid jokes that she couldn't help adoring him for, in a strange sort of way.

//"Yeah, yeah, yeah."// She brushed his hand away. Should she tell him that all this would, of course, mean that the wings would be gone? It made the joke painfully ironic.

But, no. She'd save it for another time. For now, she had to counter his pat on her head with a light flick to his.

He grins brightly at her. //Ya know ya only have one chance. Better make yourself proud of it.//

//"One chance, huh?"// Sakurazaki mused. Maybe Yuuko was right; it wasn't just chance that had brought her into Hitsuzen that one fateful day. Maybe it was her one chance showing up.

And Sakurazaki was going to take it.

She smiled at him. //"Thanks, Ranma. You know, I feel a little better about things now."//

//'s great!// The boy yawns and stretches widely; arms up high and pointing his toes out to rigid then relaxing all the way. //Ain't good fer us both to always be up so late.//

A little wide-eyed, Sakurazaki half-expected that exaggerrated yawn to turn into that oh-so-notorious little move where the yawn turned into an arm over the shoulder. She's pretty sure Jude's pulled that on her before. She chuckled nervously. //"Yeah, might be a good idea to get some rest, huh?"//

//Uh huh.// He stands and holds out a hand to help him up. Seeming almost princely for about three seconds.

Sakurazaki, at first, blinked at the hand. But, what the hell? No shame in taking help when it was offered, right? She took the hand and pulled herself up.

Which did, unfortunately, bring her very close to Ranma once they were both on their feet. She inhaled sharply, turning a little pink, but keeping any flailing in check. Instead, she nodded. //"Well, good night, Ranma..."//

This would be the moment when she'd turn to flee to her room, but she couldn't quite make herself move.

This wasn't good.

This position was really not what he had anticipated. And especially not what he intended. Oh no.. don't look at her lips.. look higher.. not her eyes! Every bit of her face made him want to close the distance and just kiss her and forget about all that honorable crap. He wanted to badly just to take his oportunity.

His own words echoing in his brain Ya only got one chance. Better make yourself proud of it. What would make him proud... Well... He would be glad if he didn't have to feel guilt about Jude... and about not having Setsuna permission for this. Damn hormones. Damn feelings. Damn it them all.

He's still for a few moments. Looking deep into her eyes before he can step to the side and look away, bright with blush.

Sakurazaki gulped when Ranma stepped away; she suddenly realized that she hadn't been breathing, and her breath returned to her very suddenly with her mobility. What was...what was that all about? Why did...Her head was spinning. But she was relieved, right? If...if he had...if she had, then it would only complicate things even further, and...and it would have ruined an actually very good night. A lot of good things happened tonight, and...and that would have just put an end to all of it...

...right?

She looked back up toward Ranma, one last, slightly linger glance, and found that she had to quell another urge. So she made a break for it, scampering off toward her room, tossing in a wave and an attemptedly cheerful, //"See you tomorrow, 'kay, Ranma?"// before disappearing behind her door, a hopeful attempt to make the whole thing seem less awkward.

"Oyasumi.." He watches her go with a heaviness in his chest. Did he just do the right thing...? Maybe he'd never know... Gosh she looked so pretty... He couldn't close his eyes, he'd only see her face as it was a few seconds ago.

((Oyasumi = good night))

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