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5th floor CR, Thursday Afternoon

Somehow, Romeo had seen his fill of Greece for the moment. Blame the slight sunburn peeling the skin off his nose and shoulders.

He was sprawled on the couch, watching a Top Chef marathon. He wasn't sure why; it was only making him hungry. Yet somehow changing the channel was beyond him.

[OOC: Open like a CR, yes.]

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Dōjima recognized the back of that head as she entered the common room, which is why she didn't think twice about leaning over the back of the couch and stealing the remote on her way to the fridge. Without asking.

Romeo issued a brief short "Hey" of protest before he turned his head enough to see who had so cruelly deprived him of his right to not change the channel.

When he realized it was Yurika, he lengthened it into a "Heyyyyyyyyy" and even sat up to make some space beside him on the couch. "Can you get me a drink?" he added.

"We've got water, orange juice, milk that I think is still good, and some generic looking sodas?" she said, poking around to find something edible. Huh. Unlabeled brownies. Score. "What's in it for me if I bring you one?"

Romeo smirked, which made his nose sting. "What do you want to be in it for you?"

"Yoku wakaranai..." Balancing two bottles of water, Dōjima made her way back to the couch and flopped down to start flipping channels. "I'll have to think about it."

"You should never open negotiations like that, you know. If I weren't so nice, I could take shameless advantage of you."

He leaned against her, reaching for the water. "I thought you would do that regardless."

Somehow it didn't sound as though he minded.

"It's hard to take advantage of a willing participant," she teased, handing over his prize. "Perhaps I'll think up something terrible! Like, ano, doing my laundry for a month."

"I should do that, if you would trust me with your laundry," Romeo noted, smiling over the rim of his bottle. "It's been near three weeks since I shrank anything of mine."

Granted, it had also been three weeks since he did any laundry.

Edited 2008-05-08 20:06 (UTC)

"Cold water," she stated authoritatively. "That's what Rikku told me. If you wash it in cold water only, nothing will shrink." Dōjima grinned and leaned back against the couch cushions. "It also cuts down on things turning funny colors."

"I just used hot because it seemed it should get everything cleaner," Romeo shrugged. "... which goes to my point that doing your laundry would not be a good use of my talents."

"Don't ask me how it works, I just listen to the girl who manages to not ruin half the stuff in her closet." Although perhaps taking advice on clothing, even just on washing it, from Rikku, is not the best plan. Maybe she's got some secret agenda to turn Dōjima's stuff bright orange?

Dōjima wouldn't put it past her. Rikku's sneaky.

"You weren't attached to that show, were you?" she asked, still flipping channels. Boring. Boring. Boring. Booooooooooooooring.

"I was only watching it because I lacked will to change the channel," Romeo said, waving for her to keep flicking through. "Besides, it seems like all we can get is either dull or in Greek."

"You haven't added Greek to your list of spoken languages?" she teased, finally settling on something else mindless and brightly colored. "Odd, since you have such a way with words."

"Give me another week," he grinned, flattered. "And still I labor to quit my thees and thous, and learn Japanese for a girl. Is that not enough for a summer's work?"

Edited 2008-05-08 22:07 (UTC)

Yurika blinked at him. "You're trying to change how you talk? But why?"

Rome blinked back; There was a whole book, or at least an essay, that he could have given as an answer there. An essay about feeling lonely, and bludgeon-tongued, and like his words were pushing people away. An essay about not being in Verona, quite possibly never getting there again, and needing to leave it behind as much as he could, even when it chased him. And a book about what five months of talking entirely with people who sounded nothing like him, despite a theoretically common tongue, and four more months of muddling through in French, would do to anyone's diction.

All of which seemed too big to explain, really, though he'd try. "Not so consciously as I made it sound," he said. "Usually. And not such a change, either. This place infects the way I talk, and sometimes one wishes for language not to be a barrier. But I would hope I'll always sound like myself."

Self-conscious, he added, "Does it matter to you?"

"Matter?" Yurika shrugged before setting her water on the floor, shifting so she could lay across his lap instead of sprawl all over the couch. "Well, when you put it like that, not really. I mean, I like the way you speak, but as long as you sound like yourself, ano, not letting other people put words in your mouth or take them away, then it's fine. I just didn't want, you know, to change because everyone else is different."

A lapful of Yurika was probably much more comfortable for both of them; Romeo at least was a fan of the new seating arrangement. "No one could take away my words, and I'm in no danger of sounding like someone else," he promised.

Then he deliberately added a "...zoto."

She snorted and swatted at him lightly. "Naughty! None of that nonsense, or I definitely won't take advantage of you in a fun way. Not exactly my style, yo."

"Then I suppose it's a very good thing I don't really talk that way," he said, and contained his urge to add a "yo" only by leaning down for a kiss.

He suspected they were addictive. (Yos. Not kisses. He knew kisses were addictive.)

Edited 2008-05-09 02:27 (UTC)

Yurika just purred her agreement as she returned the kiss, hands moving up to lightly hold his face. Kisses were definitely addictive, as were Reno's speech-ticks.

Luckily, she had enough verbal oddities of her own to keep Romeo occupied.

"Language lesson!" she proclaimed breathlessly as she squirmed away. "Koko dare ka yoyaku zumi? Which, really, I should have asked before I took up the whole couch."

Squirming away was ... okay, possibly for the best since they were in a public space. But between that and the holding his face, Romeo's brain was rather far away from language lessons.

He wrenched it back. "Perhaps? Wakarimasen." Yes, he'd gone out of his way to learn "I don't understand."

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