Sengoku: ::whistling a merry little tune as he strolls down a lane of shops:: ::he's dressed casually, if warmly against the winter cold, complete with blinding yellow parka and his green scarf with it's silver bells -- the bells provide a nice accompanyment to his whistling:: :;a backpack is bouncing along behind him::
Sakuno: ::is, meanwhile walking in the other direction; she's looking mostly unexceptional, except for a large sweater and a bag with a few grocery items she was supposed to pick up, and is on her way home now:: ::her energy is spent mostly on avoiding the crowd; late afternoon is, apparently, a popular time for the shoppers who are already preparing for Christmas, and she has to exercise a little effort to not run into them::
Sengoku: ::turns from a window, not looking where's he's going at all, and promptly runs into Sakuno, who is dodging someone else:;
Sakuno: Aah! ::she stumbles, almost dropping her groceries and hitting a shop wall::
Sakuno: ::what was that?::
Sengoku: ::what was that? it made a noise!:: ::blinks down at Sakuno for a moment, startled, before reaching out automatically to help right her:: Ahh! Sakuno-chan! I'm sorry!
Sakuno: Ah . . . ::. . . dizzy . . .::--Oh! Sengoku-san?
Sakuno: I'm, ah, fine . . . . ::tries to collect herself, embarrassed::
Sengoku: ::smiles, somewhat ruefully:: Neh, I should have looked where I was going.
Sakuno: So should I!
Sengoku: ::sticks his hands back into his pockets and leans back on his heels:: ::still smiling:: How are you? Is your Ryouma-report going well?
Sakuno: I ::wait! realization!::--aah! You . . . uh, you know about that?
Sengoku: Well ... yeah. I read your journal. ::tilts head:: Of course, I read everyone's journal. ::smile:; They're very entertaining.
Sakuno: . . . Oh.
Sengoku: ::curious:: Who all do you read?
Sakuno: I, uh . . . well, Ryoma-kun's, now . . . . And the people Ann-chan has as friends, which I guess is everyone, though I skip over a lot because I don't know who very many of them are.
Sakuno: I don't get most of it, actually . . . .
Sengoku: It gets pretty confusing ... ::nods::
Sakuno: . . . So, uh . . . ::what's something interesting she can say?:: What are you doing here?
Fuji: *is shopping for christmas presents in the Mall when he sees a familiar figure talking to yamabuki's player, he hasn't seen the young girl much lately and there being nothing interesting to do at the moment *translation:no evil* decided to be social* Sakuno-chan *carrying voice*
Sengoku: I'm on my way to visit Kamio. ::looks up at the sound of someone calling a Sakuno ... ::
Sakuno: Huh? ::looks around--surely someone can't be calling for her::
Fuji: *waves a hand as he comes closer and calls her again, a pleasant smile on his face* Sakuno-chan!
Sengoku: ::smiles in that happy happy way of his at the appearance of the prodigy::
Sakuno: Oh! Fuji-senpai!
Fuji: *has this general smile that encompasses all people in the area, well we assume it does since you can't really see his eyes* Out on a date? *amused tone*
Sakuno: W--what? I, uh . . . no, I just ran into Sengoku-san now . . . . ::goes red::
Sakuno: ::it's as if everyone around is conspiring to cause embarrassment lately::
Sengoku: ::smiles, well, he was already smiling, but it's a slightly different smile -- he has whole slews of smiles:: You could say that.
Sengoku: A date to meet and retreat, neh, Sakuno-chan?
Sakuno: I . . . huh? ::blink::
Fuji: *an eyebrow raised slightly and the smile twists just a bit* Saa, retreating? Fighting a war are we?
Sakuno: ::is confused::
Sakuno: ::but . . . Sengoku-san said he was on a date with her, she feels strangely fluffy and elated::
Sengoku: ::still smiling, it's like breeding itself or something:: Yes, one must visit the poor casualties.
Fuji: *smile is fixed in place* Sou. *almost to himself* So callous not to spare a lady's sensibilities, visiting causlaties who might be severely wounded *blinks and smiles a bit wider, one twitch of muscle that made the smile somehow more predatory* did I say that outloud? *innocent innocent smile*
Sakuno: ::big words! It takes her a few moments to realize that the're talking about, uh, whoever Sengoku said he was going to visit in the hospital:: I'm, uh . . . . ::and she fits in there too, but she can't figure out how::
Sengoku: ::smile remains unaffected:: ::nods:: Ah, but beauty can hide such strength. ::hand over heart:: And one's duty must come before love.
Sakuno: ::. . . love?::
Fuji: *eyebrows do not raise any further in incredulity but somehow there is a feeling that they did, its one of those nonverbal things that come in handy* I see. Duty permits love to be dragged in then but will not stop for such things. *laced by neutral disdain*
Sakuno: ::if only she understood all these . . . well, she thinks they're metaphors::
Sengoku: ::nods at Fuji, almost as if acknowledging the point, but nah ... who acknowledges points in war?:: ::smiles at Sakuno:: Neh, that's why it's meet and retreat instead of meet and haul off to tackle Kamio.
Sakuno: I . . . mhm. ::she's given up, it's best to just smile and nod::
Fuji: I'm sure Sakuno-chan has her own opinion on that. *looks expectantly at Sakuno*
Sakuno: I, uh . . . actually, I . . . well . . . . Um, what are you two talking about? ::oh, the embarrassment::
Sengoku: ::grins:: We're having a little verbal spar. Neh, you need to get mad and yell at us.
Fuji: *startled at the frankness but you know it doesn't really show* Yes, I believe that would be most logical course of action *smiles at Sakuno*
Sengoku: Of course! You're the lady of the battle!
Sakuno: . . . Really? But . . . I'm not good at yelling, or anything . . . .
Sengoku: It's easy. You do it just like this. ::puts hands on hips and mimics an evil mother glare:: ::voice pitches upward so he can pretend to be a girl:: Stop fighting! You boys are so stupid! Put your rivalries behind you and be friends!
Sakuno: ::blink:: ::blink:: Um . . . okay.
Sengoku: ::stands down, so to speak:: Now you try.
Fuji: *stands to one side, amused, the war forgotten for a moment, wondering at the strangeness of it all*
Sakuno: ::nods; takes a big breath and puts her hands on her hips like Sengoku did:: I--yo--::falters:: um . . . you two should stop fighting! You're, uh, boys, and . . . you're too old to be doing this! Because you're friends!
Sakuno: ::. . . that doesn't sound quite like how Sengoku-san did it::
Fuji: I think you need a bit more volume, Sakuno-chan ^________^
Sengoku: ::cheering:: One more time, with passion!
Sakuno: Oh! Sorry! ::nods:: Um . . . er . . . ::big voice, Sakuno! Big voice!:: Stop fighting! You're so stupid!
Sakuno: ::on reflex:: I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.
Fuji: Iya, the apology doesn't fit. Try it again without it. *encouraging evilness is always a pleasure XD*
Sengoku: ::nods very sagely:: Once more.
Sakuno: Uh . . . right . . . .
Sakuno: . . . You--both of you! ::clenches her fists, trying so hard to be angry:: S--stop fighting! I told you to stop! ::what else does she say? Um . . .:: You never listen to me! I hate boys, you're so stupid, and confusing, And I don't get you at all!
Sakuno: ::. . . uwah::
Fuji: *remains unfazed* Hmnn, that's passable. Altough you really have to stop losing steam in the end. *reciting faults objectively*
Sakuno: ::why are we doing this, again?::
Sengoku: ::flops against the Fuji, because, yanno, he's there and Sakuno's too short to flop against:: Neh, I think she has it. ::smiles at Sakuno:: That was pretty good.
Sakuno: ::blush:: Thank you.
Sakuno: ::squeaks suddenly as she's almost bumped into by a wandering shopper, and the bag of groceries slips from her hand--ack, dive save!::
Sakuno: ::looks in to see if any of the food is bruised:: . . . ::well, it's not, but she realizes that she's been completely not attending it since she ran into Sengoku-san, and despite the winter chill . . . :: Aah! Oh----my groceries are melting! ::looks up:: I'm sorry, I completely forgot, I was supposed to bring these home . . . .
Sakuno: I, ah, have to go!
Sakuno: I'm sorry!
Sengoku: ::nods to this, he knows the ways of groceries:: It's okay. We'll see you later, Sakuno-chan. ::smiles::
Sakuno: ::waves hastily:: Goodbye!
Sengoku: ::waves after Sakuno's retreating form::
Fuji: *looks pointedly at Sengoku still leaning on him*
Sengoku: ::looks innocently back::
Fuji: *steps back a great big step that imbalances the heavy weight*
Sengoku: ::this has been tried before:: ::steps back with him::
Fuji: *coughs lightly and smiles very very pleasantly as if speaking of pleasant nonsense* Close contact might be detrimental to your health.
Sengoku: Hmmmm ... ::ponders on this:: .... only if you have the plague.
Fuji: Without doubt *firmly though still pleasantly* *gives him another chance to take teh arm off before he employs drastic measures*
Sengoku: ::sounding doubtful:: I dunno ... seems like a small price to pay for such a comfy place to rest.
Fuji: *who is shorter by an insignificant amount for confidence to be affected, seem to magically disappear from under teh sengoku's arm/weight and appeared a few feet away**actually he simultaneously ducked and semi-kneeled and darted out but it sounds better the other way around*
Sengoku: ::his eyes are very good, which is really all that needs to be said -- there is nothing really magical about the disappearance:: ::steps forward to regain the balance and twists a little to smooth the motion out, bringing himself to a casual stance, lifting arms to put hands behind head:: ::grins::
Fuji: *the smile widens a little at the display, sengoku's talent was excellent after all and teh evil could acknowledge it* Always alert I see. Saa, truce? *teh invincible smile*
Sengoku: ::smiles back:: We needed to truce? ::doesn't so much deny the battle as simply not admit to actually having it at all:: ::looks up at the clouds:: Hmmm, Kamio must be getting lonely. ::looks back at Fuji:: Neh, it was nice meeting you, Fuji! Bye! ::gone like the wind, waving behind him as he departs, bells jingling all the way::