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4th Floor Common Room, Evening

Ranma has been cooking up food in the common room kitchen since five. He's a little nervous but he's only burned himself a few times... He sets out two plates of curry and rice and tries to wait patiently, and calmly, for Setsuna to arrive. It'snotadateIt'snotadateIt'snotadateIt'snotadate has become his personal mantra for the evening. He fidgets a bit more.

((ooc: Establishy for a scene we'll play later tonight when we're not leaving for work/class/driving to Indiana... Anyone can come in and do as they'd like, if you bother Ranma though I won't be able to respond until late tonight.))

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Funny. That was the same mantra going through Setsuna's head, too. Yet, oddly enough, a bow had found itself wrapped around her ponytail none-the-less. Burgandy, to match her uniform, which she'd settled on dispite the small pile of discarded other possibilities on the floor outside of her closet right now.

"Hi."

Ranma blushes ever so slightly and decides NOT to mention how cute the bow is. //Hey... just in time.// He picks up his chopsticks and waits for her to sit down.

Setsuna nodded as she pulled out a chair and sits down, rigidly. //"Well, you did say six. And it's one minute until. So I'm actually a little early."//

//Well... hope ya like it...//

Setsuna smiled at him a little. //"It smells great."// But she should probably say a little something more; she searched her mind real quick for something. //"I...I love curry..."//

She was actually quite indifferent to curry, but, y'know...

//I usually make it 'cause it ain't too expensive or hard ta make. 'm glad ya like it...//

Setsuna nodded, and picked up her chopsticks. //"Thank you,"// she told him quietly.

//No problem.// He dips his head slightly and grins. "Itdekimasu."

Setsuna dipped her head as well. "I...Itdekimasu..."

Why in the world was she blushing as she said it, looking over to the other side of the table at Ranma? It was...it had to just be nerves. It was just dinner, rice and stuff, no big deal, right? Swallowing the lump in her throat, she delicately began eating.

Ranma tries hard to eat carefully and daintily. It comes out looking less like a wolf devouring carrion. It looks more like a boy eating a bit too fast.

Technically speaking, this was turning out to be a very nice, polite sort of dinner, but, really, the silence was kind of driving Setsuna crazy. And, since this was supposed to be something casual and no big deal, by no means formal or anything of the like, she didn't feel bad for not excusing herself as she pushed her chair back and stood.

//"I'm gonna make some tea to go along with this,"// she said, all too quickly, bouncing a little as she hopped over to the cupboard to grab her kettle. She looked over her shoulder as she reached for it. //"Would you like some too?"//

//Yeah!// He looks quite enthusiatic. //Tea would be really good with this.//

She smiled a little at his expression. //"Which kind would you like?"// she asked, raching for the little box where she kept her tea. //"I personally always like mint with curry, but I've got almost everything..."//

//I dunno a lot about tea so I'll trust ya.// He actually pauses in his eating to wait for the tea.

Setsuna set the kettle on the stove, then returned to her seat. //"Should be just a minute for it to boil,"// she nodded, picking up her chopsticks and eating a little more while waiting, because she was kind of hungry and it was actually pretty good.

Ranma is actually quite a good cook. He's lived on his own cooking for almost 10 years. He can't cook complex things, but he's good with what he knows. //Is Jude's mom okay..?// Ranma was actually concerned. He's a nice kid.

Setsuna looked up, an expression of surprise on her face. She blinked a few times. She'd figure the last thing Ranma'd want to bring up was anything involving Jude. After the shock subsided, she nodded. //"Yeah. Last time we talked, he said she hadn't improved, but it looked like she was going to soon. So that...that's good..."//

//Yeah... I'm glad ta hear she's doin' okay. 'd feel horrible if anythin' happened...// He couldn't imagine if his own mother had died how he'd feel. Perhaps she was dead and he didn't even know... Nevertheless... even though he hadn't see his mother since he was too young to even remember her face... losing a parent is a terrible thing...

//"...Yeah..."// Setsuna answered rather noncommitedly, focusing again on her food and quietness. Parent stuff. Always made her awkward in how little she could sympathize...

//Next time ya talk tell him I hope she's gettin' better...// He really means it too.

Great. Bringing up Ranma in a phone call with Jude was the last thing she wanted to do, because that might lead to questions. About...about the two of them...

Still, she nodded. //"Sure..."//

//Think the tea's ready...?// Subject change!

//"Um, not yet, the kettle will--"//

And there was the kettle, being shockingly timely with its whistle.

//"Oh."// Setsuna couldn't help smiling a little. //"Guess it is."// She got up to get it.

Ranma stood up and got them each a cup from the cabinet then set each on the table.

Setsuna poured them each a cup carefully, delicately, before setting the kettle back on the stove and returning ot her seat and her delicate eating.

Ranma blew steam off it and smiled jovially after taking a short sip. //Mmm, this is good. I should drink tea more often.//

...He seemed to be in such a good mood; it was starting to effect Setsuna a little as she smiled back. //"I probably drink it far too much..."//

//Tea's supposed ta be good fer ya! Plus ya train all the time so you're always stayin' in shape.//

//"And at least it's infinately better for you than coffe."// Her nose scrunched up an expression of ~~obviously non-played-influenced~~ disgust.

//I agree. Coffee tastes gross. Tea can be so calmin' though.. It's much better than coffee.//

//"Tea is calming. Even just preparing it can be a deep, spiritua--"//

Setsuna stopped with a blink and a blush as the ringing of her phone cut her off. Of all the times to be getting a phone call, at dinner was probably the rudest, most inconvenient....but she so rarely got phone calls that she didn't bother turning her phone off. But they were so rare that she feared it might be an emergency.

//"OhmyGod, Ranma, I'm sorry; excuse me for just a moment."//

She pulled her phone from where she had it tucked in the waistband of her skirt, turned slightly away as she turned around to answer it.

"Moshi moshi?" Blink, stiffen. "J..Jude. Hm? Oh, no, I just wasn't expectin---" Soften, with a small smile. "Hee, yeah, I know, but...well, can I call you back in a little bit?...Oh, no, it's just you caught me in the middle of dinner... Mmhm....Yeah, as soon as I'm done. Uh-huh....Okay...Yeah." Another smile. " ...M..miss you too. 'Kay. Talk to you in a bit...Bye."

Slowly, she snapped the phone shut, tucked it back, and cleared her throat as she went back to eating, face burning red. Maybe...maybe Ranma wouldn't have noticed... //"S...sorry about that."//

Ranma's plate was empty. His cup was too. He stood up, he's quite upset, obviously. He tries not to let it rise into jealousy and anger. Or at least not to let those show. //It's... fine... Ya know... 'm done eatin'. Thanks fer the tea.// He stands and carries his dishes to the sink and washes them in silence.

Setsuna hadn't finished, but she was pretty much done at that point, too. She didn't have quite an appitite anymore. She slowly brought her plate to the sink, stepping up beside him. //"I'm sorry, I know that was rude of me. But I always have to be ready to take calls in case...in case something bad happens back home, you know that..."//

//No... It... ain't like that...// He looks at the soapy plate with a sigh. //I jus'... sorta wonder if I should keep tryin'. Do I even stand a chance..?//

Setsuna's head lowered, her shoulders tightened a little, and she became very aware of how close they were standing to each other. Ranma'd gotten so...forward recently. Forward for Ranma, anyway. It took some getting used to, having him being so frank with her. She looked the other way.

//"Would I be here right now if you didn't?"// she said, very, very quietly.

//Maybe... I mean your my friend... so... maybe this means nothin' ta ya...//

Setsuna closed her eyes, keeping her head turned the other way. //"Of course it meant something. We can call it just dinner, rice and stuff, all we want, Ranma, but we...we both know better."//

If he was going to be so forward and honest, well, God dammit, she was going to be, too.

Ranma's eyes widened. Ohmy.. Setsuna... s-she... thought it was a date.. and she still came? He looked at her with blush in his cheeks. //T-Thanks...//

Setsuna shook her head slightly. //"No, Ranma, I should be thanking you for the di---"// She turned her head to look at him, expecting him to still be looking down, not toward her, and suddenly found herself just mere inches away, staring straight into his eyes. Her breath caught, strangling the rest of the sentence as she finished it. //" --ner..."//

Oh my God, they were...so...close. But Setsuna felt she couldn't move.

Ranma stared into her eyes. She was so cute... Her eyes... even knowing they're just contacts, he can't seem to move. Her nose, her rosey cheeks, the way her hair fell around her shoulders... it's like he can't even remember the last time he was this close to her. He was stuck in place...

God damn it, Setsuna, stop standing there, gawking like a moron, and do something!

Unfortunately, there was only one thing she could think to do.

She seized Ranma's hand with both of her, let out a quick, running-together declaration of, //"Thank you very much for the lovely meal!"//, then, leaning forward and up just slightly on her toes, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek...

...then rushed out of the room like a bat out of hell.

//You're welcome...// He tries to say it loud enough for her to hear... but it comes out in the tiniest whisper... He smiles softly as she hurries out. MAybe... there was hope in it after all...

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