5th Floor Common Room, Thursday Night

[dojima_hime]

Normally, Dōjima wouldn't worry about a laundry strike. That's why she owned acres of clothing, so that she didn't need to worry about what to wear. But stuff was missing from her closet, and the only clean things left were her clubbing gear or her workout clothes.

Which is why she was all dressed up, sprawled on a couch while watching Steel

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[peace_n_war]

Warren had to get out of his room. The disappearance of his favorite t-shirt- the kind of grubby black one with the phoenix on the front of it- had him more than a little irritated, and if he spent any more time rifling through his dresser to no avail it was likely he was going to attempt to throw the whole thing out the window.

And so, armed with a plate of fortune cookies from earlier that week, his most ratty blue jeans, and his leather coat (but delightfully and sadly without a shirt underneath), he was putting some distance between himself and his dresser by migrating up to the fifth floor common room.

...

"Good movie."

And he didn't even have to read the subtitles. Score.

[dojima_hime]

"Arigato," Dōjima answered absently, glancing up for just a second to see who it was before going back to the movie. Random kid. Cool. "I like this one. It sucks that they tweaked the film to take out a lot of the physical comedy and the political stuff, but I guess they had to market it to American audiences."

[peace_n_war]

"They just don't appreciate the good stuff out here," Warren noted, holding the plate of cookies toward her. Hey. She didn't have to know he helped make up whatever messed-up fortune she happened to get if she took one. "Cookie?"

Yes. He was shameless.

[dojima_hime]

Free food? Score. "Tell me about it," Dōjima bitched, reaching out to grab a few. "Don't get me wrong, Japan has its share of bad television, but at least we know it's bad. And there's nothing quite like a good martial arts film."

[peace_n_war]

"Look on the bright side," Warren said, as though there was a bright side to be had among all the hack-and-paste editing that international movies tended to receive, "at least they didn't dub it."

Those things could be ruthless.

He settled behind the couch, standing and leaning over the back of it. "Did I miss anything good?"

[dojima_hime]

Dōjima shuddered dramatically. "Don't remind me," she begged as her mun cracked up. "Early dubbing is a scary, scary thing."

"Not much, it just started. The physician has arrived in town, and we're about to get the mugging." It might be fair to say she had the movie memorized, but that's because it was Sheer Awesome.

[peace_n_war]

"Thanks." He settled up against the back of the couch, cracking open a cookie and barely glancing at the fortune inside. It wasn't like FOR PONY surprised him any.

...

Though it was really amusing.

A smirk toying on his lips, his attention drifted from the movie to the girl he'd given the cookies to, to see if she happened to actually read her fortunes before eating hers.

Morbid curiosity.

[dojima_hime]

Dōjima cracked open the cookie, barely glancing at the slip of paper as she popped the first half in her mouth.

The double-take was probably priceless. Your roommate knows ? What the hell?

A quick break of the next cookie revealed No, and Yurika grinned. "Niiiiiiiiiice. You raid the prank store or something?"

[peace_n_war]

Oh, hey, was that a smirk on Warren's lips.

"Why raid the store when you know how to make them?"

Oh, wait, was he not supposed to admit to that? Ah well. They'd gone out half a week ago, she was smiling. It was time to come out. Or something.

"Less expensive that way."

[dojima_hime]

"So you're responsible for the ones I found outside my room?" Yurika hadn't eaten them yet; she didn't trust food she randomly found on her doorstep. "I guess that's one way to haze the fresh meat."

[peace_n_war]

"I had help, but yeah." He shrugged, picked up another cookie, and cracked it open, thus effectively Rickrolling himself.

Go figure.

"They're edible, at least. The only thing off about them is the paper inside."

[dojima_hime]

Dōjima didn't want to know what was For Pony!, really, but she couldn't help reaching for another cookie. "You do this kinda thing often, then?" she asked. "Or just when the whimsy strikes?"

[peace_n_war]

"Just whenever my partner-in-crime and I feel inspired and bored," Warren replied with another shrug. "It's always harmless. Keeps me from getting into actual trouble around here."

A pause.

"I'm not really a people-person."

[dojima_hime]

"I can tell," she drawled, raising an eyebrow at him. "A regular cookie-maker of mystery."

"I'm Dōjima, by the way."

[peace_n_war]

"Warren." Huh. This cookie was telling him that the orphanage had attacked it. Mean orphanage. "So. You always dress like that, or are you suffering the same fate with your clothing as everyone else seems to be?"

[dojima_hime]

"I'm naturally fantastic at all times," she drawled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "It's a talent."