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Fourth floor common room, Thursday noonish

No classes meant a whole lot of napping for Jude. But a boy must eat, so eventually he reluctantly crawled out of bed, kissed Setsuna, and limped off to the common room to see what kind of food could be prepared. Sadly, he was all out of sticks. Regular pancakes would have to do at the moment. Didn't stop him from making them funny shapes, though.

[[Open and pancakey.]]

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...Favourite...ninja....Who was this blonde guy she didn't at first recognize that was calling her his favouri--

Then she got a closer look; her head tilted a bit. "Conner?"

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"I have got to start wearing a sign," Conner said with a rueful smile. "Yeah, Halloween came and went but not all of my costume went with it."

[OOC: *innocent* I saw nothing!]

Setsuna was kind of blinking as she looked at the hair, a small smile and a bit of a blush across her face. "I...I kinda like it," she admitted, and the blush went from a vague pink to a rather bright red.

A color of which Conner heartily approved, although he was a bit too preoccupied with pancakes at this particular moment to notice. Or at least notice and make the connection. "Thanks!" he said, relieved that so far the look was going over well despite people's initial confusion. "It's not exactly stealthy, but . . ."

"Why would you need hair to be stealthy, anyway?" Says the ninja spy with the massive ponytail spikes of doom, noticable from about a mile away.

"Well, that's the good thing, I don't," laughed Conner. Besides, everyone knows that you can't be a super-elite stealth agent of awesomeness without hair that defies the laws of physics, natural color, or both. "It is kind of . . . blinding, though. Compared to what it usually looks like."

Setsuna looked up at the hair; she was actually having trouble trying to picture it how it was before, faced with it as it is. "I can imagine it taking some getting used to..."

"Yeah, and by the time I get used to it, it might have all grown back out anyway." Conner considered this possibility for a moment, then shrugged. "If it starts making me go crazy I'll just dye it back. But anyway. How's break treating you so far?"

"If you do dye it back, you'll want to make sure you use a high-quality, very potent dye, otherwise the it won't be able to penetrate the bleach and you might end up with a colour like green instead."

It was kind of strange how matter-of-factly and all-knowing she spit that all out. And then just moved on as if she was someone who totally talked about hair care products all the time.

"So far, so good, although I'm getting really quite restless. I'm not good with idle time."

It was kind of strange. Conner hadn't really figured her for a hair-product guru. Still, being the farthest thing from one himself, he was impressed, not to mention more than ready to take her word for it. "I'll definitely keep that in mind. Green is so not my color." Really, you'd think this notion shouldn't be that traumatizing, but it was.

"I know the feeling," he commiserated. "Gotta be some way to burn off the energy though, right?"

"Well, normally, I'd be spending most of the week in training, but, because of using my wings for Halloween, my back has been so sore and painful that I would barely even be able to lift my bokken above my head..."

Conner grimaced in sympathy. "They hurt that bad to use them? This is where most coaches will tell you 'no pain, no gain,' but most of the coaches I've known haven't had any experience with wings."

"It's mostly because I don't use them much. And I'd taken such a long break when I didn't even have them out that...yeah. It's not easy storing away two wings, each bigger almost about as big as your body, into the small space between your shoulder blades. But tomorrow I should be okay to get back into some light training again, I hope."

Conner's facial expression was probably the epitome of 'boggled' right about now. "Now that is some seriously impressive spacemaking, but ow," he said after a few moments of trying to picture pulling off that feat. "Don't push yourself too hard, though. Working through pain is one thing, but you really don't want to hurt yourself worse in the process. Not that I think you would -- you're too smart for that."

"The human intestine is over sixty feet long and fits into the cavity of your abdomen," Setsuna pointed out, but a slightly blushing smile. "A couple of wings isn't that impressive. But I will be careful." She nodded. "Thanks for the concern."

Green might not have been Conner's color, but he might've turned it for a moment or two after the intestinal trivia. Innards and pancakes, in this particular sense, were not exactly a culinary OTP in his mind. (Or most people's minds, one would hope.) "Any time," he assured her with a smile of his own.

Setsuna just returned the smile, adding a small, almost nervous little laugh as her faint blush returned.

Heeee, maaaan. That blonde hair....just...yeah.

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