Fourth Floor Common Room; Friday Evening.

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Setsuna rubbed her eye a little as she set her kettle on the stovetop to make some tea. She was feeling tired, but it was a restless sort of tired that kept her from wanting to sleep. She stood and waited for the water to boil, one of her battered Edo romances tucked under her arm for later when she'd curl up in her little niche in the couch and read for a bit.

[[ sleep is being elusive tonight; entertain me. :) ]]

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John stumped in, wanting to raid the fridge while everyone else was gone.

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Setsuna frowned at the stumping. "You're moving around again? I swear, you're worse than Jude, John."

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"Okay, it's bad enough that I'm a parent now, the last thing I'm gonna do is sit on my ass and eat bonbons. B'sides, I was hoping there was some good guff food." John rifles through the fridge, leaning on his crutch in his left hand.

My, the boy should really find a longer robe.

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Setsuna was, thankfully, to distracted by the first part of what John said to even notice the lack of necissary robe. She nearly dropped a teacup. "Parent? WHAT?"

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John's head was still in the fridge. "Jeez. I'm not that bad of a father. It's only been a day." *rifleriflerifle* "What is this, tuna? Blech. Used to be tuna."

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"When the hell did you become a father?" Rosette gaped, flailing. "And with who?"

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"Ethics class project. I'm the proud daddy of an egg with Gwynn. Oooh, brownies?"

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Setsuna blinked at the refridgerator door for a good, long, relieved moment. "Oh."

Oh, but breathing again was nice. Her hand rested on her chest to slow her heart, which felt like exploding from panic. "I see, the classic 'take care of an egg as a child' project...."

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John finally poked his head out of teh fridge and wiped his mouth from leftover scavanging.

"What, you thought I knocked up--You okay? You're whiter'n shit." John's smile dissapeared.

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"Of course I'm whiter than shit!" Setsuna stamped a foot in frustration, a frustration which allowed her to not focus on the fact that shit was not usually white. "I'm always pale! And what do you expect me to think when you come thumping in here, talking about being a father!"

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"Dude! Stop freakin' out! Stop freakin' me out! It's not like I'm ready to be a father!"

John would stamp a foot, but there's a lot of mechanics and physics involved, so cane-stamping is perfectly acceptable.

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Setsuna promptly facepalmed. "You're not even a real father! And..." She sucked in a deep, calming breath. "You touched a nerve, okay, with that 'white' shit." She turned back to the kettle with a frown. "I'm a little sensitive about my paleness..."

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John stood a bit straighter. "I am a real father, for this week. I will not fail at this."

"And I will be a pompous ass, too. Apparently." He deflated a bit. "Sorry. Been on edge ever since you called me a failure, Ninjachicken. You hit one of my nerves."

He hobbles over to a chair and collapses in it. "So have you always been like this? Ever tried the fake'n'bake?"

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"I only called you a failure," Setsuna said, sticking her chin up in the air and refusing to even acknowledge that last comment, "because you insisted on it. I was trying to make you feel better about yourself, remember?"

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"Yeah, well, I think you hit harder than you intended, Pokey McSliceNDice. I don't like feeling like a failure. Or being made to feel like a failure. Or even thinking that I'm a failure. It's...its a 'I have to succeed, so I do' thing. Mentality. Whatever. I dunno."

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"Maybe you needed that hard hit," Setsuna said with insistance. "What I encountered in you the other day had no sense of an attitude bent on success, John...."

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"Yeah, well, it's not like I can be a failure now that I'm a daddy, y'know? I'll have to be all responsible and crap. I dunno."

John yawns. "I think I'm gonna go back to bed. Or at least that thing where I lay on that flat cushy thing and stare at the ceiling pretending that I'm sleeping."

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Setsuna sighed a little; did John mean it when he said that maybe she'd been too hard on him? Had she? She shook her head slightly.

"Technically, you could do that there on the couch. But I don't recommend it. Would you like some tea before you head to bed, though?"

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"Couch is tempting. And closer. But tea is nice, hot, and liquidy, which is better'n sleep. Yes, please."

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Setsuna nodded, grabbing another teacup as the kettle started to boil and she poured each of them a cup. Carefully, she moved across the room and passed one to him, and then perched herself on the edge of a nearby chair.

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John tasted it, and approved. "So how's my favorite werechicken? How's the world treating you?"

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"I suppose I don't have any complaints," Setsuna said with an idle shrug as she took a sip. She couldn't really; things were going...strangely well for her.