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The Salle; Wednesday Morning.

Setsuna Sakurazaki? Spending a morning in the salle? Surely, you jest.

She made up for the lack of imagination in her plans for that morning by seeing how dual-weilding her katana and umbrella would work.

It wasn't working too terribly well.

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With a quick nod to Setsuna, Peter strode to the weapons locker and pulled out his sword. He didn't exactly throw the sheath and belting to the side, but he definitely set it down with more force than he usually used before starting to work out.

It was enough for Setsuna to notice, though, in the brief side glance she always gave when she saw someone enter the salle, especially since Peter, for the most part, was always so much more respectful of his weaponry than that. It quirked her eyebrow a moment as she paused to hold a form, but she started up again quickly. She'd watch in the corner of her eye how he worked; that in itself would answer her question.

He was focused enough that he didn't even notice Setsuna's brief pause. Peter started working through strength forms obviously concentrating very hard on the sword work though he was also fairly obviously - to a trained eye - failing as his work was fairly sloppy.

Jude had spent quite a while thinking about . . . everything, really.

The one thing he did know was that he hadn't seen Setsuna in a while and they were still supposed to be friends, right? He hoped, anyways.

He might have been feeling a little guilty over . . . stuff.

Hum. Sloppy wasn't Peter's style at all, either. Setsuna definately had a trained eye, and so she could definately tell something might just possibly be up.

However, when she halted her forms to take a break and maybe put up the nonverbal suggestion that maybe they break together and have a word, Setsuna noticed something else that caught her attention more.

She blinked, lowering her weapons before coming over. What...what was he doing here? Not that there was anything wrong with it, of course, but it was kind of the last place she'd expect to see him. And seeing him there suddenly made all sorts of little trembles go through her fingers and her chest got all tight, and she was definately, definately blushing. "H-hey..."

And, yes, she was holding a katana and an umbrella. What of it?

Jude lifted a hand in a dorky little wave. "Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt . . ."

Setsuna shook her head. "N..no, you're fine; I was just about to take a break, anyway..."

Jude nodded. "You're lookin' awesome, bra. That umbrella thing's new."

Setsuna lowered her head a bit as a rampant blush overtook her face. Did he mean her forms were looking awesome, or...just...just her in general. She swallowed, then lifted up the umbrella. Did he not notice that was always using a different sword? "Um, yeah, it's for my new technique, that I, uh, mentioned. Briefly."

"Cool." Jude tried to think of something else to say. It would have been nice to have a reason to be there other than 'I miss you'.

"Um..." Setsuna's eyes fell a moment. Well, if he wasn't going to notice, she might as well see it as a good thing and use an introduction to fill the awkward lull. "Have you met Daisuke?" she asked, and was now presenting the katana in her left hand. "I still don't have a name for the umbrella yet, though..."

Jude shook his head. "Nah, haven't yet. I thought it was a new sword but I didn't wanna say anything in case I was wrong," he said sheepishly, before waving at the sword. "Hey, Daisuke."

The sword waved back. Okay, so, really, it was just Setsuna moving it a bit to make it look that way, but close enough.

"You did notice, then? I was wondering. I mean, Daisuke's katana, and Yuunagi is nodachi, and they're entirely different to me, but I wasn't so sure if maybe that was just because I'm a little obsessed or not."

Jude chuckled. "Maybe a little obsessed, bra. But that's cool."

Setsuna smiled a little. "So...any reason you came down here?" she had to fight for her smile not to turn into a worried frown. "Something up?"

Great, the one question he didn't have an answer for. He shook his head and ducked it, looking sheepish. "No, just . . ." he trailed off, his shoulders rising sheepishly.

Her head ducked agian with a blush. "...wanted to say hi?" she ventured a guess timidly. Hopefully.

"Um, yeah. That one," he chuckled.

The blush deepened, and she smiled, but it felt rather bittersweet. Geeez, it was like when they first started dating or something. But they weren't even doing that...Dating. Anymore. She swallowed hard at the reminder.

"So, um, did you want to watch or something?" she asked, although the prospect of having Jude watch her train right now did not look good for her actual training, as she'd be so nervous and blushy and distracted. "Or, that's it, just the hi?" She hoped it didn't sound like she minded just the hi, because she didn't. She rather liked it, actually.

"Just the 'hi'," he nodded. "Unless you wanted me to stay . . ."

Setsuna shook her head. "You can, if...if you'd like," she said, nervously, already planning a casual route back to the weapons locker to get Yuunagi and put the others back. "But you don't have to, or..or anything."

Jude shook his head. "You don't want me to stay. That's cool. I'll go."

"Oh, no, Jude, it's not that," Setsuna said, shaking her head. She'd reach out to him if she didn't have an umbrella in one hand and a katana in the other. "It's just....um, well..." More blushing, but she might as well admit it. "It would just be kind of awkward for me to have you just...watch..."

Jude smiled. "'Zactly. I'll head out." He stood and automatically moved to kiss her goodbye, but halted awkwardly just inside her personal space zone and looked down, flushing.

Setsuna gulped; she couldn't even hug him right now with her weapons, and there wasn't any nearby, convenient place to set them. But she couldn't just leave him with nothing, either, that just...didn't seem right. The only thing she could do was another kiss on the cheek, but that would be just as inappropriate, if not more so. No matter how badly she wanted to...

"Thanks for stopping by to see me, Jude..."

"My pleasure, bra," he said with a small smile, jamming his hands in his pockets and stepping away. "Catch ya later?"

Setsuna smiled back, just as small, and bobbed her head in a nod. "Definately."

"'kay. See ya." He ducked his head in a nod and made his way out of the salle.

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