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The Roof; Tuesday Night.

Cloudy. Impending chance of light rain again, thought it seemed to have stopped. A little chilly. But Chad still deemed it a nice night, bundled up a little more than usual, and headed up to the roof with his guitar. The little expedition in archeology club had him liking the fresh air, and he sat enjoying the view while listening to music and plucking at his guitar. He was singing, too, getting more comfortable with his voice and even more encouraged by the duet he had with Parker earlier, which, though silly, was a hell of a lot of fun. It helped when he found things to compliment his deep voice.

Tonight, he switched between a lot of things. At the moment, Butthole Surfers. He didn't know who the hell Diane was, but he couldn't help but feel envious of her whenever he listened to "Pepper."

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Ranma didn't like rain, especially after so long as a girl. But he knew how much Mizu loved the puddles, and he spoiled his dog so much that he was willing to take him out on the roof, provided he brought an umbrella with him. He walked up and let Mizu off his leash to run around free before he noticed Chad. He walked over without saying anything.

Singing a melody while playing a bassline was tricky, so Chad was focusing pretty hard when he came around to the chorus, which he thought went particularly well with his deep rumble.

"I don't mind the sun sometimes; the images it shows...
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugar-y and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes..."

Ranma hesitates to interupt, he sits down next to him, hoping he isn't disturbing him too much by doing so.

Definately not disturbing him, as Chad doesn't even realize Ranma's there until he'd finished the song and paused a moment to enjoy the view.

"Oh. Ranma." Chad stopped his CD player and slowly pulled his headphones down around his neck. "Hey."

"Hey." He's holding the umbrella stiffly over his head, not wanting to risk the chance of a sudden shower. "Sorry for not tapping you or anything. I didn't want to interupt."

Chad strummed an idle few notes. "Did'ya at least enjoy the performance, t hen?"

He nods shyly, "Yeah...." He tries to think of some thing to say... "How was your day?"

"Aw, it was great," Chad smirked just a little, a thin strand of emphasis in his voice.. "How 'bout yours?"

"It was okay." He didn't really do anything... No class... so he just sat and watched the rain mostly.

"Okay's at least better than bad," Chad nodded, strumming a bit more, getting about as sagelike as he gets.

"Yup." Ranma was a little embarassed to tell Chad about the fact that he'd ~~handwavily~~ made Chad another lunch today in the common room kitchen... just in case.

Chad watched Mizu jumping around in the puddles for a bit.

"He's startin' to get kinda big, isn't he? Bigger, anyway."

Ranma nodded. "I hope Peter doesn't mind him when he's not a puppy anymore."

"Peter?" Chad scratched the back of his head for a moment. "Would that be English Peter, official Teal Dear groupie Peter, dumbass anti-Mexicano Pete from history class, or big fat kid Peter from music class?"

...Way too many Peters at this school. Chad wondered if he missed any.

"Uh... My roommate. The fat one I'm pretty sure... He's not too smart but... he's a nice guy."

Chad took a moment to remember a few choice past classes. "And quite the entertainer, too."

"I wouldn't know... We don't talk much..." He watches his puppy with a gently smile.

Chad nodded, and started playing on his guitar again. He tried to match the tune up with the puppy's movements.

Mizu quickly ruins Chad's plan by romping over to wag his tail and make puppy eyes at him. Petting time, says Mizu. Ranma picks him up, setting the umbrella to the side for the moment. Ranma speaks to him in Japanese teasingly, //You're a spoiled brat huh?// He touches Mizu's nose to his own and then sets the energetic beagle in his lap to pet him. //Chad can't pet ya right now buddy. 's holdin' his guitar.// None of this is in dog, all in good ol' Japanese.

Which is just way, way too cute to just sit there with a guitar in your lap and watch. He turned to place the instrument back in its case on his other side, then joined in on the puppy-petting.

Spoiled, indeed.

Ranma blushes a bit as his hand accidently brushes against Chad's. Mizu didn't have very mch surface area, so when two people tried to pet him, bumping hands was a bit inevitable.

Probably also didn't help much that Chad's hands just took up a lot of space in general. He didn't seem to mind, or even notice, any bumping hands. He was petting a cute puppy and spending time with his new boyfriend. All he needed was a cold beer and a mariachi band and he'd have noooo complaints.

Ranma is trying to be careful and not bump Chad's hands. He can't come up with any sort of meaningful thing to say... Except... "W-Was your lunch the other day okay..?" The puppy is in heaven at the moment with all the attention. He's already almost asleep.

"Hm?"

"Oh, yeah, it was. Thanks."

Actually, it really was not enough for a Chad-sized lunch, so he still ended up stopping in at the the coffee shop for a sandwich, but the boxed lunch had been a really nice addition and he still appriciated it, definately.

"No problem." Ranma sighs and tries to bite back a soft yawn.

After a moment of quiet, Chad asked, "So, you just keep bento boxes lying around, usually?"

"Yeah... I have more if... you ever want one..." His head starts to droop a bit, he doesn't really want Chad to see his blushing face.

Chad grunted thoughtfully. That'd be pretty convenient for his Wednesdays, when he had to book it straight from government to work...but he also didn't want impose on Ranma, so he just left it at the grunt.

"R-Really... I-I don't mind..." He slowly leans to the side, until his head rests lightly on Chad's shoulder. As soon as he makes contact his cheeks ripen with blush.

"Yeah?" Chad turned his head slightly toward Ranma, to look at him as best he could without disturbing the head-to-shoulder contact because...yeah. That was kind a nice, although not quite as cute and not-awkward as it would be if Ranma were still in his girl form. Still pretty cool. " 'Cause, ya know, my Wednesdays are really rushed between class and work. But, uhh..."

Great. Nice. They'd barely even just started being together, and already Chad felt like he was taking advantage of a situation. It didn't help that it seemed that he was trying to reinforce some sort of feminine role on Ranma in the relationship. Sure, he said he didn't mind, but did he really mean it or was he just being nice?

"Wednesdays. I could do that." He doesn't move, his words are quiet and he's a little nervous of the spot he's in at the moment...

"...not that ya have to, or anything."

Ranma shut his eyes. "I know..."

With his head turned toward Ranma in the way it was, Chad couldn't help but notice his hair. He had really nice hair; it looked like he actually took really good care of it. A small sigh of a breath also revealed to Chad that he used a very nice smelling shampoo. It became very hard for Chad to not want to just nuzzle into it, which would be nice, but he wasn't sure how Ranma'd react to it. Ranma gave a little leeway with the whole head on the shoulder thing, so it seemed like it would be okay, but, then again, Chad also thought he'd been given the perfect set-up for a kiss at Caritas the other night, and he sure guessed that one wrong, and didn't want to go through with that again, especially when things were set up so nicely at the moment.

"Uhh, so, for tomorrow, then," Chad said, talking for a change because he didn't want to stick so much in his head. "Mind if I pick one up?"

"That's fine. I made more this time." This is mostly him assuming Chad has a large apettite like his own. It's not like he knew Chad had had to get more food.

"Ya got anything third hour? I could stop by before Government..."

"I'm not busy. You can come get it..."

"Cool."

Chad fell into a silence again, considering. Aw, hell, why not? What's the worse than can happen? A punch to the face and a lost lunch, probably, which he could handle.

He put an arm around Ranma and gave him a little squeeze of a hug. "Thanks. S'really nice of ya."

He blushes A LOT... but doesn't pull away. His cheek sort of buried in the sleeve of Chad's shirt. "I-It's.. n-no problem... really.."

Unfortunately, Chad's sleeve probably didn't smell as nice as Ranma's hair, especially not at the end of the day. Mmm, big Mexican man sweat...

But since there was no punch, or yell, or even a pull away...there was, in fact, what seemed like a very muted sort of nuzzle...Chad squeezed again, and left his arm lightly there.

Ranma, quite used to the smell of sweat, didn't seem to even notice. He doesn't really want to move away.

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