Night 43: F1-10 Hall
Breaking down the bed frame after she'd eaten some of her meal had given Teresa something to do while she waited for the night time phenomena to arrive. Having not been conscious when it occurred the previous night, she was curious. She was not disappointed. The overhead words were certainly something different
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… Nah. No way.
"Y'know, that's a good question. It was kinda weird." Unlike Suzaku, she didn't bother altering her voice any. Sen was almost definitely faking it, and even if she wasn't, she didn't deserve the consideration. "I just looked in my closet one evening, and wham! There they were."
"Not that I'm complaining," she added, the comforting weight of her shuriken now securely in her left hand. "Cute, right?" Picking up the folded-over note, she paused, just briefly, before turning back to tonight's partner-in-crime. "Before we get goin', somebody wanted us to play messengers." If he'd paid any attention to the bulletin board during the third and fourth shifts, he'd probably be able to figure out what she meant.
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"Lucky," he said easily, though his voice wasn't as light as it might have been. "I'm not sure whether to believe you." He took a closer look at her clothes, noticing she had similar taste to Kallen when it came to the best clothes to fight in. If it weren't for the funny-looking jacket. . . Well, it was probably easier to move in less clothing.
His mood dipped again at the mention of a message. He did remember, now, and it would have been so much easier to get a message to Lelouch before their argument earlier. Suzaku struggled to keep his expression neutral, determined to leave those matters behind for tonight. "For Lelouch?" He paused a moment, holding out his hand. "I can give it to him, if you want." That would give him an excuse to talk to Lelouch, and maybe have another chance to make his case.
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Right there! In his voice, 'specially when it dipped just so. Yuffie tipped her head, an odd expression flitting across her face. It was almost like last night, with Homura, but at the same time it wasn't, and… Sheesh, she was thinking way too much. "You're just jealous," she said primly, as though she'd had no thoughts whatsoever about him sounding eerily, creepily familiar. "I'd let you borrow them, but, well," another twirl, this time a two-step, "somehow, I don't think I'd get 'em back."
Still with that same smile on her face, she dropped the note into his hand. "Yup, if ya don't mind."
It was like nothing had ever happened; no special counselling, no zombie apocalypse, no underlying whiplash of panic at the constant presence of enemies, no visitor shift. Just Yuffie, doing what she did best. She slipped around him, keeping track of where her shuriken's blades were at all times - with such a large weapon, it was all too easy for to lose track. Or it would be, if she was an amateur.
"Ready to play pack mule?" She crouched to scoop up the pile of broken wood, and a long strip of torn bed sheet that'd been hidden under it. "I can get this, but I can't carry the rest unless I juggle. Which, on second thoughts, I could totally do." There was a brief pause, in which she appeared to deeply, honestly consider the idea.
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"I don't think they'd fit," he said mildly. "Otherwise I might take you up on that." He kind of meant it, too, because unlike Lelouch he didn't have any reserves about crossdressing. It was fun, and while "fun" seemed a bit inappropriate right now, he always tried to appreciate it when it came along. Sort of. Sometimes. Maybe it would amuse Euphie, too.
He took the note and shoved it into his pocket, deciding to give the matter no further thought -- whoever that imposter was, Lelouch could deal with it, because he didn't need Suzaku's protection anyway. Suzaku also tucked the butcher knife into his waistband where it could be easily retrieved. The arrangement was a little precarious, but he'd be careful, not that he would really care if he managed to cut himself.
"Please don't." That couldn't end well, even if she knew what she was doing. "I'll carry the pipes." And with that, he bent down and picked up the pile other pile, having to shift some of them around so he could carry them all properly and still hold his flashlight. "Is that it?"
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Mysteriously Nostalgic voice aside, maybe this wouldn't be as weird as she'd thought it might be. He really did have a sense of humour, just like on the bulletin board. He was also… shoving that knife where? Oh, man. If he lopped something off, she'd do nothing but laugh. A lot. "But since all this would require me stripping, let's move on," she continued, springing up and over to her desk. Awkwardly, with her arms full of stuff and one hand full of her precious baby weapon, she scooped up her flashlight.
A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that the pipes were safe, and that Suzaku had managed to stand without losing anything, uh, precious. "That's it! Team Awesomesauce ready to commence Operation… Buttkicktastic, yeah." Out of the door she went.
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