fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, Thursday

Sakurazaki drifts into the diner. "Oh, good," there's a small sigh, a hand lightly against her chest. "I thought you might be working today."

"Hey!" Jude wiped his hands on his apron and leaned over the counter, settling his chin on his hands. "What's up?"

"Not much." Blushing slightly, shoulders rising just a touch, Sakurazaki grins. Maybe it's all the stuff buzzing around in her head, but he looked exceptionally cute today. But she had to keep in mind why she'd gone looking for him.

"Actually, a lot." She sighs as she drops onto a stool. "I was hoping to find you before I take off tomorrow." Subtle? Ha.

Jude's brow furrowed. "Take off? Where are you going?" His mellow smile faded a bit at the big sigh.

"I've been doing a little bit of research regarding ways to cure Ranma's curse," she explains, "and it just so happens, with my connections to Mahora, I was able to locate a little Shinto temple not too far away that apparantly specializes in strange curses. I didn't even think Shinto shrines existed in the States. So we're going to visit it this weekend and see if they're anything they can do. Especially since he's still...." She bites her lip momentarily, not exactly sure how to describe it. A gesture works best: circle of her finger at the side of her head, universal symbol for "totally looney."

"Well I guess that's good." Jude's shoulders still slumped. Even if Ranma was currently the bubbly and effervescant Ranma-chan, it was still . . . dude. "Can I come?" he asked bluntly, looking down at the counter. He had been doing some thinking. And there were only two reasons that Ranma would have been following them for. A concern for Setsuna's welfare as a concerned friend. And a concern for Setsuna's welfare for . . . other reasons.

Sakurazaki's shoulders straighten, surprise obviously splashed across her face. Why would Jude want to come? A Shinto shrine was hardly the place he'd seem to be interested in...in fact, she could imagine him being just bored out of his mind in two second flat...if the priests hadn't kicked him out by then. However, Ranma-chan wasn't going to be so much better.

"Well, I...I don't know, Jude," she looks down at her hands. "It's all going to be mostly technical, not very interesting at all. Have you ever dealt with priests before? It's going to be hard enough for them to take me seriously with Ranma-chan in tow..."

"Then I can keep an eye on him - her while you talk to them." There was an unexpectedly hard glint in his eye. "Please, let me come." Don't go alone with him.

On the one hand, Jude had a very good point there. On the other...just picturing how Ranma-chan reacted last night about Alphonse knowing about the situation...Sakurazaki did not want to have to go through all that again (husband? what the hell?). And Ranma-chan was just as disgusted by her condition as regular Ranma was. The chance of having the priests help her would probably sober her up pretty well.

"I...I don't know, Jude. You really want to come? It doesn't seem like anything you'd really be interested in."

He was tempted to say that he was interested in anything if she was involved. Jude's shoulders did the full slump and he straightened, turning towards the register. "Fine, fine, I don't have to come," he muttered. "If you just want to go with Ranma, that's . . . cool."

Sakurazaki blinks a few times, shoulders straightening just slightly more. Was he mad at her? Why was he acting so strange?....And how much of it had to do with Tuesday?

"Jude?" Her head tilts slightly, worried frown on her face. She feels like she should say something more, but she's clueless as to what she should say.

Jude shook his head and when he turned back to her, he was smiling. "Nothin'. It's nothin'. I shouldn't be worried. Just . . ." he looked sheepish and plaintive for a moment. "Remember that you're my girlfriend?"

Sakurazaki's frown deepens. "Why would I forget...?"

And then she gasps, face filling with red as her voice become frantic. "Oh, no! I'm doing something wrong, aren't I? I'm sorry, Jude! I told you I wouldn't be very good at this sort of thing, but I'm trying, I am! Is it about Tuesday? Because I really should have known that maybe it wasn't a good idea, I really should have. Any plan with so much doubt behind it is a plan doomed to fail. I just...I...I just thought...I thought..."

She's too flustered to know what she thought. To this, this whole time, she was doing it all wrong!

Jude shook his head emphatically. "No! No, you aren't doing anything wrong. And it is kinda about Tuesday. But not about what we were doing. Or were going to do. Er, not that I'm assuming anything . . . but no, not you." He shook his head again.

"Nevermind. Have a good time. Hopefully you'll get some answers.

Sakurazaki draws in a deep, deep breath. Calm down, Sakurazaki. You're just....too overwhelmed with everything right now. Another deep breath.

"Y...you're not mad at me, then?"

Jude smiled at her. "Have I ever been mad at you?" He leaned over the counter again. "I'm not going to start now."

And there was that bashful shrugging, the uncontrollable grin on her face that was there when she stalked in. "Good."

It comes out as just a sigh of air, really, as she looks at him, because she was finding it suddenly difficult to breath, chest all tight with her head breath. Oh, my God, this was exactly what she had felt on Tuesday, and over tea, and...and....

"Jude?"

Somehow, her smile seemed to hit him a little bit harder this time than all the other times. His mouth went dry.

"Setsuna?"

She gulps. While Jude was at work was hardly the idea moment, certainly not the ideal moment like Tuesday would have been, but...it was right there in front of her, and she actually felt like she could do it. This weekend could completely kill her courage...

And a warrior should never refuse an opprotunity when it arises.

The next thing she knows, Sakurazaki is placing a hand gently on Jude's cheek, leaning forward to kiss him.

Jude kind of forgot that he was at work. And wearing an apron. He was leaning forward as well, and their lips met over the counter. If this was a cartoon, it would fading to black in a heart around their faces.

It was a very nice kiss. A like awkward, yes, but what first kiss wasn't?

Very nice, and perhaps a little long, too, because Sakurazaki is not only enjoying it, but she also knows that she's going to be nothing but blushes and nervousness the second she pulls away.

And she is, shoulders rising and caving around her, face red, with a very wide grin plastered across it. She lets out a quiet breath, a small "heh," as her eyes drift away.

So that was it. And the world hadn't ended.

Jude was still in the kiss-prone position when she pulled away, hanging in midair. He blinked. A few times. Then a grin spread across his face and he straightened, suddenly feeling a lot better about this whole weekend getaway.

"Wow."

And that was all he could really think of to say.

Sakurazaki finds herself letting out something akin to a giggle, bitting her lip. True, she knew nothing about this sort of thing, but even she knew enough that that was a good reaction.

She was glowing so much that she almost forgot about the nervousness.

Almost.

"Um, so, yeah." Blush, nervous sigh, lip bite, repeat. "I, uh, guess I um...better let you get back to work, huh? I, uh...I, uhhhh....yeah. H..Have a good weekend, Jude."

Sakurazaki drifts rather quickly for the door, but she returns quickly, pulling a little bit of cash from the waistband of her skirt. "Oh, and, uh, yeah, lemme get a piece of that apple pie real quick before I leave. Heh. Thanks. Bye, Jude!"

And she's very grateful for all her fleeing abilities.

((OOC: ... Psh. TRATIORS!... hehe it's cute and it makes me mad XD))

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