Fourth Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

There was a sofa. On that sofa was a small Asian girl. There was also a TV. On that TV was nothing worth watching. Which might explain the small curses in Japanese coming from the small Asian girl on the sofa about the TV with nothing worth watching.

Not a single bad kung-fu movie to be found. Not one. It saddened Setsuna greatly.



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[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"American television."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Why settle for that I'd think you'd be able to get all sorts of channels in an island like this. I've found stations from New Zealand on here."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Setsuna tilted her head at him a bit, shrugging before handing the remote over to him. "Godspeed. I'm having no luck."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Anything in particular you were looking for?" he asked, taking the remote.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Kung-fu dubs," Setsuna said. "Usually they don't play until later, though."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy giggled at a sudden thought. "If we had another slightly martial arts centric person in here we could make one up for ya."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna's head tilted. "Make...our own kung fu movie?"

She did have that camcorder from her documentaries class this summer...

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Billy said. "I meant just like a little play right here, but that sounds like fun too."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna smiled a little. "I do sort of miss directing, and now you've got the wheels in my head turning..."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy grinned. "Well just let me know." he said.