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!"

[dojima_hime]

"You could make the offer anyway, and I could always take a raincheck," she said, scooting away slightly to try and remove temptation from immediate reach.

[withoutverona]

In response, Romeo leaned toward her and whispered something into her ear that was very creative, rather florid, and quite possibly illegal in Virginia.

"Raincheck?" he finished innocently.

[dojima_hime]

"Hate you!" she sing-songed. "No fair, Romeo, now I'm going to be awake all night!"

"Raincheck. Just tell me when and where."

[withoutverona]

"I won't be sleeping either," Romeo vowed, slightly pink at his own imagination. "Can you send Jen on some errand tomorrow afternoon? Or Monday, after my shift. Though it is a thousand years until then."

[dojima_hime]

"You're lucky I don't just drag you off to a supply closet somewhere, after saying something like that!" she laughed. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"I'll see what I can do about Sunday, but Monday for sure." Dōjima grinned over at him, carefully putting a bit more space between them. "You're going to get sick of seeing me around."

[withoutverona]

"The kind who would make me wonder how spacious supply closets in this building are," he teased, but carefully maintained their new physical distance. More seriously, he added, "I don't know how I could become sick of you."

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka grinned at Dōjima, looked from her to Romeo and back again, and waggled his eyebrows knowingly.

[dojima_hime]

"Having a seizure, Sokka?" Dōjima teased, batting her eyelashes at him sweetly. "Or does your face just do that on occasion?"

[sarcasm_guy]

"Yes," Sokka replied, with a grin. "I'm having a seizure brought on by an adorably cute couple in love. ...And the cleaning. I'm allergic to cleaning."

[dojima_hime]

"Huh?" Dōjima looked around for a moment, confused. She didn't see any...oh. "While I'm definitely cute and adorable, and thank you for noticing, I think you've been listening to too many radio squirrels."

[sarcasm_guy]

"Hey, the squirrels call it as they see it," Sokka told her, with a wink.

[dojima_hime]

"The squirrels are also drunker than Reno in Mexico," she said dryly. "It does not bode well for their professional credibility. Which reminds me, how did the rest of your break go? Any more wild parties?"

[sarcasm_guy]

Sokka blushed furiously. "It went really well, yeah, but no more wild parties. We should all get together and do that again sometime!"

[dojima_hime]

"Ooooooooooo..." Dōjima's eyes went wide as she took in Sokka's tell-tale blush, and she clapped gleefully. "Sokka! Tell tell tell tell!"

[sarcasm_guy]

"Well, there's really nothing to tell..." Sokka mumbled. "My sister's in love with our arch-enemy," he announced, trying to change the subject. "That's always interesting!"