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Fourth Floor Common Room; Thursday Night.

Setsuna was still a little bummed about War Theory being cancelled this week, and fulfilled her deprevation by gathering together a bunch of films about war (a heavy percentage of them being samurai flicks) and got ready to watch them. She made a lot of popcorn in the hopes that others might stop by, and she could get her fix of waxing intellectual about tactics and strategy with them. She needed her theoretizing, people. And this was assuming that a certain boyfriend didn't drop in after work before that and cuddle war theory right out of her head. Because that was known to happen on occation.

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Jude felt happily fuzzy after a mixture of Caff-Pow and the drink he weaseled out of Phoebe at Caritas and padded into the common room, grinning broadly when he saw who was there.

"'Suna!"

"Jude!" Setsuna smiled up at him from where she was curled up around a big bowl of popcorn, and patted the seat next to her. "Come, partake of popcorn and watch people running around with swords and guns with me. Although, I warn you, I might start wanting to talk about the descrepencies in action."

"Totally cool," Jude chuckled. He ignored the offered seat, instead draping himself over her, his arms slipping around her. "Hi," he smiled from far too close, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Eeep," Setsuna chuckled a little nervously, rather glad that no one else had come in yet, her cheeks a little pink. "Heh, hey, you."

"Want me to move?" he asked, nuzzling into her neck.

Well, that was a very unfair question. Especially with nuzzling added to it.

"No, no. You're okay. Heh." She was carefully trying to set the popcorn bowl aside now.

"Sweeeeet," Jude drawled, sprawling even more with a little bit of extra nuzzling.

With a little bit of shifting, she managed to get the bowl on the side table, and then shifted again slightly so she could wrap and arm around his waist and give him a little kiss on the forehead. "You seem in a good mood," she noted, conversationally.

"Uh huh." Jude liked this new shifting. "I had a bunch of Caff-Pow." He leaned up and whispered in her ear, "And a little drink at Caritas."

The twins were in an extremely good mood due to their recent treasure hunting inclusion. That, and the smell of popcorn made them bounce up the stairs to the fourth floor.
"Helloo-" They cut off at the sight of Setsuna and Jude.

"I did come down and see you at the Caff-Pow thing; didn't you see me cheering you on?" Setsuna turned her head to rest her forehead against his, looking at him a bit sternly. "How little is little?"

"I did!" Jude beamed. "Thanks." He held up a hand, holding his fingers close together. "Little is little."

Eeep! People! And her with a boy drapped and nuzzling all over her. She did her best to looked toward the twins when they came in; peeking over the snuggling boyfriend was a little difficult. She gave a nervous laugh. "Uh, hey, guys. Popcorn?" There may have been a nervous little squeaking in her voice. Just a little.

Setsuna nodded. "Good," and gave him a little on the nose.

Jude beamed. "Sweet." He leaned in and tried to kiss her back.

Jude raised his head. "Hey, twin-dudes." Yep, still totally snuggling for all he's worth.

In her bashfullness, she made sure to keep the kiss light, and pretended like she was trying to figure out what was happening in the movie. Not that she really cared, but....

"Hey!" They grin and wave at Jude, coming over and stealing the popcorn from Setsuna. "What 'cha watchin?" Hikaru looks to Setsuna, sitting in a chair nearby and Kaoru sitting innocently on Hikaru's lap.

John wandered in.

"Goddamn fuckballs, do I gotta cold shower you two?" he said with a grin.

"War Theory was cancelled today," Setsuna frowned a bit, leaning her head head against Jude's with her disappointment. "So I'm making up for it by watching a bunch of war films."

She blinked quite a bit at the sitting on the lap thing, knowing why she was blushing, but wondering why she suddenly had an urge to pull Jude onto her lap as if to match them.

Jude took the hint and didn't try to kiss her again, settling for some snuggling. And popcorn-snagging.

Two words that should never be spoken around the now actually were-crow Setsuna: Cold shower. She jerked violently stiff when John came in and suggested such a thing, the arm around Jude's waist spasming in a way that sent her elbow rather sharply into his back.

"Don't you even dare, John!" She gripped the arm and back of the couch as if ready to launch herself in attack at him, eye wide but not quite seeing her accidentally abused boyfriend.

Jude curled into a little ball of pain, rolling off the couch and his girlfriend with a strangled, "Haaaaarsh . . ."

"Wha? Why, you don't wanna see the twins in a wet t-shirt contest? I mean, it's not my bag, but I'm sure we can find some poplulace here who'd be down for it."

Setsuna suddenly noticed about a 98 pound absence at her side, blinked, and then realized what had just happened. "Oh my God, Jude!" She was at his side in a heartbeat, but not without a glare up at John. This was all his fault. "I'm sorrrrrry...."

"And, no, John, I don't need to see the twins in a wet t-shirt contest. No offence, boys."

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