Fourth Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening.

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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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[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

//I love you so much... more than anything...// He lay his head gently against hers. //I don't need anything else if I have you...// He sighs, both comfortable and happy.

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Setsuna smiled. //"Well, I'm pretty sure you'll still need air and food and water, but I'd rather you didn't try to go and test that theory, Ranma-kun."//

Yes, her heart skipped a little beat as she said it, wondering if he'd notice, knowing he would, wondering if he'd react...

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma blushed. Yes he blushed a good deal at that. He tries hard to shake it off and stumbles to respond, //S-setsuna... m-my b-beloved...//

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

That...that was...certainly a reaction. Drawing in a deep breath, Setsuna gulped a little, and the burned a little pink as she decided that it was definately a good response. She gave his hand a little squeeze to let him know.