fandomhighdorms | 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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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...

"But not too hard," he pointed out, lifting one of his big fingers.

"I don't see why not. Trying hard is important."

Chad shook his head. "When people try to hard, they can lose sight of what's really important."

The Roof; Rather Late, Friday Night.

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