Oh, if only she could be aware of the fact that Ranma's mind was actually constructing more than just simple sentences at that moment. For Sakurazaki, it was just the typical, extended awkward silence that inevitably followed things when they were going well and some sort of boundry was breeched and she was slapped firmly back into the reality that things might never be as simple as playing Tamazilla on the side of the dormitory between them. There was just...too much between them.

//"I, uh, guess we better get back to work. School's still looking pretty bare, don't you think?"//