fandomhighdorms | The Roof; Sunday Night.

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The Roof; Sunday Night.

No guitar tonight, although Chad does have his headphones firmly in place over his ears as he sits on the roof, looking out across the sky, and just thinking. Not about anything in particular, nothing particularly happy or particularly sad, just let his brain putter along to a good, thinking-mood mix in his CD player. Sometimes he thought about Japan, his friends there....Mexico, and if his friends there were even still alive. He thought about girls, how they were different here, different there, or exactly the same. How Mahana would sometimes let him fool around with her (but who didn't she allow that with), but how who he really liked was Ryo, tall, thin, gorgeous, and how she always had that cute nose of hers stuck in a book, not because she was reading it, but because she didn't want to talk to anyone. He thought about Chizuru and her red hair and cat-eye glasses, and how she always fawned over Orihime, and Chad always figured it was just something she did because she really liked Tatsuki and it always got Tatsuki's attention.

Chad sighed a bit, and then reminded himself that he wasn't going to go all emo over the place, so he changed CDs, put in some Beastie Boys, and thought instead about robots. Robots were pretty cool.

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Ranma happened up on the roof, he needed some air. He sees Chad and hangs back for a moment then shakes his head and steps closer. "Konban wa."

(("Good evening"))

We're all connected like a Lego set
One equaling one together like a croquette
Whether we have or have not yet met
Well it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat.

Chad's drumming his fingers on his knees and bopping his head. And completely lost to a world that might exist beyond mad beats right now.

Ranma sighs. Why did he even bother? He sits on the roof's edge and hangs his feet over the edge, looking down and out over the trees. Chad can come talk to him if he even wants to..

It's movement across the roof that finally catches Chad's attention. Someone to keep him company would be nice. Chad reached down to press the stop button on his CD player and pulled his headphones down around his neck. He waved his wave-less wave, even though Ranma's back was to him now. "Hey, Ranma. You like the view here, too?"

He nods. "It's nice up here."

Chad nodded, wondering why he didn't bring his guitar with him tonight. It gave him something to do with his hands while he tried to engage in that odd thing called conversation. And conversation with boy-Ranma could be like pulling very persistant teeth. (Conversation with girl-Ranma-but-was-still-to-be-called-a-he-or-else-Chad-gets-a-bat-to-the-face, by contrast, was mostly all just yelling in his mind).

"So, how've ya been?"

"The same. How about you?" He turns and looks at Chad. He's at least making a very nice effort to talk and not feel awkward. He should try too.

He shrugged. "Yeah, same. School, work, band. Pretty exciting stuff."

"Oh yeah the band. How's everything going?"

"Pretty good, kinda slow to start, but I don't want to kill any of my bandmates, so that's an ecouraging sign. And, apparantly, everyone thinks I'm actually good, and that I'm not just there because I beat out the lap harp."

Wow he's talking a lot more than he used to... maybe this is a good sign. OR else it's bad. Hmm.. "So you work too...? In town?"

"Yup, at the record store. You should stop by some time." And buy CDs, because my sales probably suck right now.

"I've never really had any time to listen to music before. I don't know any."

"All the more reason to stop by," Chad said, suddenly feeling quite the business man. "I could put some good shit together and you could check 'em out in the listening booths." He shrugged. "Or I guess I could just mix you a CD, but I realize that not everyone here has even heard of CD players, much less have them." A hand idly gripped his own protectively, gratefully. ~~my precccccsious...~~

"That might work... I've heard of CD players... I just spend a lot of money on Mizu. Almost all of it really.... So I dunno if I really could. I have a laptop though..."

"Laptop should work fine for playing music." Chad nodded. "I'll put something together for you. All the essentials."

"Uh... Thanks..." He tries a silly smile. Aw how dopey.

Huh. A smile. Chad felt accomplished. He may have returned it a little if it didn't feel just so damn unnatural.

"No problem. Gotta spread el amor de la música," he said, hoping that it didn't just end up sounding like an obscure venereal desease.

Ranma nods in agreement without really knowing the meaning. Maybe he's just eager to please. "So... you like music a lot huh...? Why?"

"I do." Now that was enough to get a faint grin out of him and he looks up and out at the sky a bit, almost wistfully. "Not sure why. Just in my blood or something. Music is just...music is everything. There will always be music. You can always make music. Doesn't matter; it's always there."

"That's nice... So it's like the stars. You can count on it."

"Yeah," Chad nodded, liking the analogy.

Until he started thinking about it a little bit more, and about how the stars really weren't perminant, and the sky that people looked at a thousand years ago was different than the one they were looking at now, and how half the stars they now looked at could possibly actually already be dead stars from where they were, but only appeared to seem alive because it took so long for the light to reach Earth...Stars weren't that dependable at all.

...but he wasn't going to say anything.

Ranma's whole logic being twisted as it is. The stars that change with the seasons are his best analogy for dependabilty. You can count on the change. He's grown to like the stars much more than he used to. "Maybe I'll go see the band too. I mean... so long as... I know when it is. And if I don't have to be in a big crowd."

"Don't know about the crowd," Chad mumbled a bit. "Might be a good showing. You should still check it out."

"I guess I could always stand in the back or something."

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