Room 412, Tuesday Morning (around 10;30 am)
Sakurazaki had woken up, showered, and gotten dressed, all while delightfully sore and surprisingly happy. It was so strange how a few events, a few conversations and a few successful blows could change a person's attitude around. Getting the urge to train out of her system had made her want to feel social, but she also remembered that she needed to finish the rest of that book. Of course she knew that either the samurai and the ninja geisha would get together, or the samurai would die a dramatically tragic death and the ninja geisha would change her ways out of love and become a Buddhist priest, but, blade help her, she loved those damn things.
So she solved the problem by curling up on her bed by the door with the door wide open. If anything, her fight with Ranma-san only showed how much she needed to work on her defensive, anyway.
[[OOC: open. hooray for days off]]
So she solved the problem by curling up on her bed by the door with the door wide open. If anything, her fight with Ranma-san only showed how much she needed to work on her defensive, anyway.
[[OOC: open. hooray for days off]]