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Cabins Gym area, late Sunday morning

After finally figuring out what was going on, Momoko had rushed back to the dorms to check on her room on Saturday. She was very happy to discover that this year her remote-controlled colouring bug had not come to life and coloured all over her walls again.

While in her room, she'd grabbed the swimsuit she'd somehow forgotten to pack and today tried to sneak from her cabin down to the beach for a nice relaxing day in the sun and surf.

Which didn't happen, because a certain blonde sempai had been lying in wait and Momoko was stuck in the camp gym doing katas instead of swimming. At least Dinah had let her put clothes on over the swimsuit; that would have been just too embarrassing.

"Are you suuuuuure we can't just skip and go to the beach today? It's too hot to exercise! Ooh! Or we can exercise on the beach! That's perfect!"

[for one, but the cabin gym area is open for any]

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Dinah caught the water bottle, and grinned. "You're welcome. Maybe we should get Kaoru and Helena to fight each other?" Heh. And she'd sell tickets.

She looked down at the water bottle and popped the top, taking a long drink. "I'll come back. I don't know how often, but I will. Maybe once a month. Or more. I'll miss you guys..." Which reminded her of what she'd tried to get Jaime to agree to, when they were talking over the break-up.

Forty days.

"...Maybe?" Jaime wasn't much for jewelry, but. Something he could hang up, and look at, and think of her? That wasn't too sappy, right?

Even Momoko had to admit that would be a fight she'd want to see.

"You won't have a chance to miss us," Momoko assured her with a laugh. "Not if Ms Barbara has any influence on your class schedule. What about something he can take apart and put back together? He likes doing that."

"Maybe?" It wasn't personal enough, really. But maybe that was better? Maybe it wasn't a good idea to give something... souveniry? Remembrance-ish? Dinah sighed, frowned, and shook her head. "I'll think of something. Somehow."

Some gifts he wouldn't accept, of course. Alas.

Momoko leaned in. "We could always go shopping! Maybe take Jaime along and not tell him why we're shopping, then note anything he likes? It could sort of be a punishment, making him carry our bags and hang out while we try stuff on."

Dinah started cackling. "The only part he *might* complain about, if we were trying on the right stuff, would be the bag-carrying." She grinned. "But yeah, that's perfect camouflage! He'd never guess we were checking what he liked too!"

"In that case," Momoko waggled her eyebrows. "We totally need to go and buy really big and ugly purses, and take them with us and make him carry them!"

"Plan!" Dinah bounced, settled down again, and said, "Okay! Another round of sparring. Then the beach. And planning for more Jaime-torture."

"Beeeeeach!" Momoko threw up her hands and cheered, bouncing in a circle.

She grinned and fell into her stance. "Still going slow, right?" She sent her fist towards Dinah.

"But speeding up!" Dinah said, knocking the fist up, leaving Momoko's stomach open, and sending a faster fist toward the side of her head. "Then beeeeach!"

"Waah! Warn me! Warn me!" Momoko raised her arm to block, pushing Dinah's fist aside and turning to try to sweep Dinah's leg. "I want a tan, not bruises!"

Dinah jumped, snickering, and not throwing punches hard enough to bruise anyway. "Four... Three... C'mon, block--" Another kick toward Momoko's knee, which the kata kick should block. "And c'mon, a few bruises? Pfftt."

"Normally! But they'll totally clash with my swimsuit today!" Momoko managed a clumsy block of the kick, but landed in a good position to aim another punch at Dinah. "And I want to look cute in case anyone else is there!"

"Reeeeally?" Dinah perked up, blocking a little clumsily, then grinning. "Anyone in particular?"

No more punchy. This was important!

Momoko was more than willing to have no more punchy! It was hot out.

She stood back up and grinned. "No, no one in particular. At least not right now. Unlike some people, I'm still looking; I haven't even been on a real date in forever!"

Dinah made a face, then grinned. "We should make a plan. You should ask someone out! You'd have fun even if you decided a guy wasn't boyfriendly material."

"I'd have no problem asking someone out!" Momoko laughed. "But here, the boys are totally different from the boys I knew back home."

Meaning it seemed like they were all after one thing. And totally weren't going to get it from her. She grabbed her water bottle again, grinning.

"Why did you make that face just now, anyway? I went on those three-minute dates at Caritas. And with Priestly to that club!" Which was sort of a date. Kind of. "I'm not hiding or anything."

"I know. I'm teasing. Or ... displacing. Or something." Dinah sighed, then TK'd her own water bottle to her. "I just don't look forward to having to start over dating again. Some time. Maybe after New Year's." Depressing bummer downer. "All the uncertainty, all the secret-keeping...."

"..."

Momoko snatched the water bottle from the air just before Dinah grabbed it.

"Oh, no." Momoko glared at her friend. "Explain that! What do you mean start dating again?! What's happened?"

"Hey," Dinah said, indignant, then blinked. "Nothing's happened." Nothing was going to happen. Woes.

"Just, you know. When I leave. In September." She hung her head, sort of mumbling. "Jaime and I won't be... together, any more."

And yank on the bottle with TK.

Momoko felt the yank and was indeed pulled a bit forward, but she dug in. And stomped her foot for good measure.

"No water until you explain. Why are you thinking like that? You don't normally give up so easily on something. What happened?"

Dinah folded her arms over her stomach, glaring back, and trying to be matter-of-fact. "I--" She cut herself off, swallowed. "We talked, you know. About how to stay together, after I leave." The semi-miserable, semi-tough-girl look was back. "And it just wouldn't work. Long-distance. Jaime did that already, with his last girlfriend." Her shoulders slumped. "I could stay for a year, but then he'd graduate, and it would just be the same thing. Only later."

"You talked... Hey! She broke up with him! Not the other way around! I was there!" Sort of.

Momoko threw her hands up, fuming, and stomped in a small circle. "How would it not work? I don't get it! There's always portals and stuff! Of course he's going to graduate. What difference does that make? And why would you stay? He wanted you to stay? You've got college, and a life to get started. How dare he!"

Forgive her, Momoko is getting a little mixed up.

"No! No. That was my idea. Jaime said I shouldn't do that for him." Dinah stepped out of the way of the stomping, still hugging herself. "And I told him I'd come back! And that there were portals! But. He said--" She swallowed hard. "A clean break was better. That it was inevitable. And even if it doesn't feel right--" It didn't, it so didn't. "--I can't... I don't know... it makes sense."

Of course Momoko didn't know that Dinah wasn't the only one on-call for crimefighting and emergencies. But it wasn't that much of a difference, really.

Momoko stopped stomping as she heard Dinah's tone. She took a deep breath and sat down, crossing her arms and glaring. At no one, just... glaring.

This wasn't right, they were supposed to be happy. What was the point of everything if they weren't going to be happy?

"Right. How does it make sense that you two like each other so you have to break up?"

"That's not the part that's making us break up. Just that --I have a job to do in New Gotham, and he doesn't live there." Dinah swallowed again, sitting down right in the middle of the gym area. "And we're only eighteen. And I wish it was true love forever but I don't even know, Momoko. And we only have forty days and that's not long enough to know for sure." She hugged herself harder. "And I don't want to spoil my last six weeks here fighting with him about it."

Because there was only so much I'm-okay-with-it-no-really she could manage, with Momoko demanding answers.

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