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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday afternoon

Bruce made his way to the common room to get some more room to stretch out while reading. He was doing just that, too, when the TV suddenly turned on, tuned into the football game. Bruce tried to mute it with the remote, which of course didn't work. "I'm trying to read here," he said. The volume didn't change.

Bruce was going to get a freaking EMF meter before the next time he came to this common room. But since he didn't have one of those right now, he went back to his dorm room, came out with his spare sheets, and covered the TV with them to dampen the sound.

He won this round, thank you very much.

[OOC: Open CR, of course.]

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Reorganizing your entire stuff collection and listening to mash-ups all day could leave a girl feeling pretty hungry, so there was at least one point in the afternoon where she decided to see what might be in the fridge down in the common room.

Pity she and Chuck ate all the pizza last night...

"Hi, Bruce!" she chirped when she spotted him and headed toward the fridge. "Why's there a sheet on the TV? Is it broken? Is it a ghost?"

"It picked a fight with me again," Bruce said. "It lost."

"You seem to be in a good mood." Like that was strange.

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"Well," Ariel said with a giggle, leaning on the open refrigerator door and smirking at Bruce, "it had to let you win eventually. And of course I'm in a good mood! Why wouldn't I be? It's an absolutely beautiful Saturday!"

"It didn't let me win," Bruce said, offended at the suggestion. "Do you know how many covers it took to dampen the noise?"

Ariel was okay with just letting Bruce believe that.

"Five?" she guessed.

"And two pillows. The volume kept rising, too," Bruce said.

As hard as she tried not to, Ariel couldn't help another giggle. "Whatever was on," she said, ducking her head into the refrigerator to grab a mystery box of Chinese, "it really wanted you to watch it, Bruce."

"It was just a football game. But I had things to read," Bruce said. "My wants beat its wants."

"What are you reading?" asked Ariel, who, opening the container and taking a sniff, pulled a face and decided that could go right back where it came from.

"A book on ancient Japan," Bruce said. "I had the opportunity to have a short conversation in Japanese the other day and it reminded me that I've been slacking off with my study of that culture."

"What did you just smell?"

"It had shrimp in it," Ariel explained, with a little bit of a blush that seemed to compete with her face's desire to go green. She shook her head a little, pulling the face again with a little tongue this time, and decided to go for something in the cupboard instead.

"Say something in Japanese for me!" she said, wanting to get off the subject of eating her friends.

"/Something in Japanese,/" Bruce said, choosing to be absurdly literal for a moment. "/Is that good enough for the moment?/"

The little laugh and the beaming grin on Ariel's face as she reached for a cup of Ramen should answer that fairly enough, even if Ariel had no idea it would.

"What did you just say?" she asked.

"'Something in Japanese,'" Bruce said. "Then I asked if that was good enough for the moment. I imagine that's a yes."

"Say 'Something in Japanese' again," Ariel said with a devious grin. "That way, if anyone asks if I can say something in Japanese, I can! I want to be able to say 'Something in Japanese.'"

"/Something in Japanese,/" Bruce said, a little slowly while clearly enunciating for Ariel's sake. "Do you think it's likely that anyone will ask you that?"

Not that he was objecting. He liked being prepared for everything, after all.

"/Something in Japanese/," Ariel repeated, slowly, mulling over it, and then smiling. "/Something in Japanese/," she said again, for good measure, and then she shrugged. "Who knows? But it would be funny if they did and then I could answer."

"If the time's ever right and I'm around, I'll be sure to set you up for it," Bruce promised.

"Really?" Ariel grinned at that. It was a little less funny if someone set you up for it, but, on the same token, it would be nice if it never came about naturally. "That'd be really good, Bruce, because it's be a shame if it just went to waste, you know?"

"Exactly. But it has the right moment. For one thing, you'd need to be near other people who speak Japanese and would get the joke," Bruce said.

Ariel's head bobbed in agreement, although she thought it would have been funny even if no one else understood it. "Are there a lot of people here who speak Japanese?" she asked.

"A handful, I think," Bruce said. "Momoko and a couple of the teachers are Japanese, so there's presumably at least three."

"Oh, Momoko would love it!" Ariel realized with a laugh. She didn't know about the teachers, though; for some reason, their classes never really caught her eye.

Bruce feared that he just created an impending sonic boom when those two got together to squee about the joke. He had to remember to stay away from their floor whenever possible for the next few days.

"I don't think anyone would appreciate that joke more than her, to be honest," Bruce said. "She was giddy enough when she found out I could speak it."

It wasn't Rinoa's floor, but she was bored and looking for something to do. And she had to ask, once she spotted the gift-wrapped TV.

"Is it haunted?" she asked, giggling.

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