5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been

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[dojima_hime]

"Hottoite! Oh god, I hate this school!" Dōjima yelled as she fled ducked into the common room. "My room has been invaded by little cleaning goblins, or there's some Witch at this school with a strange sense of humor. Either way, it isn't funny!"

[withoutverona]

Happy to see her, Romeo kicked the Lysol out of his way; it seemingly took its injured pride to elsewhere in the room, while the broom continued its slow progress across the floor.

"It is not even just your room," Romeo said, gesturing to them. "Perhaps this is how the school saves on hiring custodial staff? Would they would leave us alone, at least."

He gave her exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. "But I cannot say I hate everything about this place."

[dojima_hime]

"First, there was singing. I do not sing in public, it is part of the Geneva Convention. Then yesterday, some hoppy things kept exploding in my room. Now? I'm being chased by cleaning rejects from a fantasy cartoon!" Dōjima eyed the broom warily, inching around to try and steal a seat by Romeo. "Cope failure is pending."

[withoutverona]

Romeo reached up to pat her on the shoulder. "And you missed the shoes with free will," he reminded her. "And your partner in Cool class did not put you in a shirt with talking food on it."

He sighed. "We'd be entirely justified in deciding we no longer needed to cope, and lolling about and babbling like the insane."

[dojima_hime]

"Are you suggesting we should just loll about, then?" she asked, smirking slightly as she poked him in the ribs. "You do realize we're in public, right?"

[withoutverona]

He winked at her and leaned in to whisper. "We could wait for the lolling until we got back to a room."

[dojima_hime]

"Should have had you come over today, Jennifer works at Pizza Planet on Saturdays," she giggled quietly. "But I think the cleaning utensils would have disapproved greatly."

[withoutverona]

Romeo shuddered. "There are parts of myself I would rather not expose to marauding Scrubbin' Bubbles," he said firmly. "Better to wait for the tide of cleaning to pass."

"But I shall have to remember that for next weekend."

[dojima_hime]

"Oh, I have definite plans for next weekend," Dōjima confided gleefully. "You'll need to keep the whole weekend free. It's my birthday, and I plan to party properly."

[withoutverona]

"I should not think of doing anything but being at your beck and call," Romeo promised. "Which birthday? I was 17 in November." Just in case she wanted to plan eight months ahead, or anything.

Look, he believed in birthdays.

[dojima_hime]

"Oooo, I'm sleeping with a younger man!" she gasped, mock-horrified. "I'll be eighteen on the fifteenth. Beware the Ides of Yurika!"

[withoutverona]

"That is such a perfect birthday," he told her. "I'm sure all the world will be careful."

He smirked. "I told you you were corrupting me."

[dojima_hime]

"I think you enjoy it," she teased, one hand slowly sliding along his leg. "I don't hear you complaining too loudly."

[withoutverona]

"If I had complained, you might have stopped," he whispered, and leaned in for a kiss.

[dojima_hime]

"If you had complained, I would have," she whispered against his lips. "I don't take what isn't offered."

The kiss, however, was definitely being offered, and she was more than happy to reciprocate it.

[withoutverona]

He let himself enjoy the kiss then drew back to run a hand softly down her cheek. "And I wouldn't offer if I didn't want you to take," he said, then made himself inch away slightly. "...I fear we both have roommates tonight, or I'd have an offer to make."