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The Roof; Rather Late, Friday Night.

Chad was having difficulty sleeping. Not only did his body still seem to think it was on Japan-time, but he could swear his bed was creaking dangerously when he laid down on it as if groaning with complaint. That, and he was thinking about that audition. When he first saw the flyer, he thought he'd check it out just on a whim, see what other students were into music, that sort of thing. But the more he thought about it, the more he started to realize that, perhaps, he was really wanting to get in. Were there many other students who played bass? He imagined most of them who played probably played acoustic or electric, probably not bass. Or was that just his imagination transformed from hope? He wasn't very good, true, but he wasn't bad, either. If he was the only one, it was a sure thing he'd get it...if not...

...well, he'd better practise. So, finally having found his way to the roof, he sat with his guitar and headphones, practising to Primus blaring in his ears. If he could manage to do a decent job of keeping up to Les Claypool, this audition should be a breeze.

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"I should have just brought up an umbrella... why didn't I think of that?" He looks a bit pouty. On his girl form this look can be quite cute.

Should have indeed. Chad was totally not noticing clothes getting wet and slightly clingy. Nope. Not at all.

This is a guy, Chad, a guy. Guy, guy, guy. ....A cute guy, with breasts and red hair and an adorable little pout. GUY.

Chad? Was very confused.

"Uhhh..."

Thankfully, a loss of words might not be considered too strange of occurance with him.

"It's too bad you can't play anymore. Do you like the rain?" He's trying to keep the convo afloat. But he's really cunfused as to why Chad is being so unresponsive.

Right now the rain had just given Chad a cute redhead as a conversation partner rather than just some Japanese guy. Chad liked the rain very, very much.

"It's okay...."

"I used to like it." He sighs. "So why'd you decide to come to Fandom in the first place? You must have a reason. It's a pretty long and expensive trip."

"I didn't," Chad actually sighed. True, this marked only the second person to ask, but that was actually two too many for his comfort. The guitar could take a little rain...Chad started to get it out again, as something to do with his hands while he mentioned it. "My Abuelo wanted me to go to school in the States when I was sixteen." He started to strum a slow, dirge-like string of notes. "It was all arranged before he died."

Ranma does his best to be sensitive, "What's an Abulo...?" Way to go Mr. Sensitive.

"Espaniol for 'grandfather.'"

What did she...he, he! think it was, his cat?

"Oh.. Did he raise you?" He's not always sure how to approach things like this. Sometimes people want to talk aobut it and sometimes they don't. He was trying.

"After my parent's died, yeah." Chad gave Ranma what he hoped would be a meaningful look. He'd just mentioned the death of three very important people in less than a minute. Did he really think this was something he wanted to talk about?

Wasn't it raining the day Abuello died? Chad turned his face up again; he always had so much trouble remembering sometimes...

He sighed. He told Setsuna he couldn't do it. He just couldn't be the type of person who easily fit in with others. He didn't say anything. He's already tired of trying to make normal conversation and falling flat into awkwardsville.

Uhhh....uh-oh. Weirdly adorable girl Ranma looked sad. It was pretty clear he got the message but...he couldn't really stand to see cute girls looking sad, even if he knew that they were really a guy, and, actually, he didn't really know guy Ranma that well, so he was having a lot of difficulty actually distinguishing one from the other.

Either way, he had to do something.

"Uh, so. How about you?"

Ranma blinks. "Uh.. how about me... what..?" He didn't really understand the question.

"The reason you're here."

"Oh well... I'm running away..." He looks a little embarassed.

Chad didn't want Ranma pushing into his personal issues, so he wasn't going to push into Ranma's. He nodded, with a grunt of understanding, tried to play something a little happier.

He switches to Japanese just for this, maybe the Japanese will sound like he wants it too. //'m a little tired of havin' to hide stuff. 's like ya probably are still wonderin' what I'd run away for. And it ain't like I mind explainin' ... I jus' want to stop feeling like everthin' is fake. People ain't sayin' what they think. I try not ta but... I jus' wish everyone would just SAY what they think.//

Uhh, okay, well, that was unexpected. But Chad listened, of course, intrigued by the switch. He just didn't know what to say. He scratched at his head thoughtfully. Where should one draw the line in saying what they think and not saying anything just because it would just add to the noise already so prevelant in life? As someone who barely talked at all if he could help it, Chad was a big supporter of the the not saying what he was thinking idea. Mostly because he realized that most of his thoughts were meaningless. If was going to put the effort into talking, it might as well be to actually say something.

He shrugged. //"I guess so."//

After a pause, he added a little more. Well, a lot more, for him. "If you couldn't tell by now, I'm not very big on the talking in general."

"I did but..." He sighs for the uptenth time. He always digs himself into a damn hole. He never knows what to say. His brain is yelling at him. Leave Fandom. You're never goin' ta fit in. Even when ya only have one person you need to deal with ya ain't able to talk to them right at all. "I was just blurting out things I guess. It was pretty dumb." That rain sure brought out his eyes XD

Chad scratched the back of his head a little. "It's not dumb," he assured her...ahhhh, him, him. It was really hard to think of Ranma as a guy right now, though, when all signs pointed well away from anything masculine at the moment. What sort of guy talked about his feelings like this, anyway?

Thinking back on it, when he first met Ranma, he was suspiciously cute and smiley and cheerful in general. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe he really was a girl and the whole curse was reversed but for some reason, she or he pretended that the male was the normal form. Perhaps it was a protection thing. Being a cute girl like that might be difficult...unwarrented attention from guys, maybe jealousy from other girls, so it was just easier to hide behind the male facade where not as much was probably expected from her.

"Just don't worry about it so much."

Thinking of how much he said it to Setsuna he blushed. Probably making it SEEM like she's blushing at Chad. "I say that a lot. I guess I should listen to my own advice." He nods. SO cute girl. It's the normal form. Ranma lacks balls. It just makes so much sense...

There was a small tug of a grin in the corner of Chad's mouth; that blush made him feel like he'd accomplished something. "Another point for my case," he said. "You can't listen to yourself if you're too busy talking."

"A good point. The problem is for me that even though words don't work well for me I always want people to understand things. But sometimes what I say just confuses them more."

Chad nodded, strummed a few more notes. "Just don't worry about it so much." It was his firm conclusion that a pretty girl like Ranma shouldn't concern herself with worry so much; he didn't like it when pretty girls were distressed.

"I try." He smiles a bit, his mind busy and not able to notice the odd lookd Chad's been giving him...

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