Salle, 3rd Period - Lunch

[connernotconnor]

Conner had spent a couple of hours the night before putting together a workout-music playlist that most decidedly did not consist of 80's training-montage songs. A lot of the stuff on it would probably cause people to quirk an eyebrow at him and go, "Why exactly do you think that's a good workout song?" What it came down to in the end was that he

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[bound2blade]

Setsuna was going to be sending all weekend away from swords and fighting and training and all that wonderful stuff she was usually surrounded by when she went away. So she made sure that she had some time with Yuunagi before she left, coming down to the salle during third period before war theory.

The pop music had her kind of frozen at the door as she entered, for a moment. Who the hell was bastardizing her sacred training ground with that crap?

[bound2blade]

Setsuna couldn't help but smirk at the description as she spun her blade a little. Goofy spaz with too much energy...now who did that remind her of? Humhum.

"And, by things, I assume you mean things a little more important than say a favourite pencil or a picture frame?"

[connernotconnor]

"The chandelier, the dining room table, the spoke-thingies in the banister?" Conner ticked off the items with deliberate sword-strokes. "Some kids knock baseballs through the neighbors' windows. Eric always wanted to be a ninja, though, and grappling hooks and homemade wooden throwing stars weren't so easy to explain to the neighbors."

He so wasn't mentioning the cat, though. That had just been wrong.

[bound2blade]

"Yikes," she accessed, albeit with a bit of a grin, wondering if Conner's brother actually had some skill with such things, or if it were just poor attempts at fantasy fulfillment. He reminded her a little of the Fuka twins.

[connernotconnor]

"Yeah," Conner agreed, smiling crookedly. "If nothing else, he sure keeps the whole family on its toes."

[bound2blade]

"I'll bet. Always have to be aware with a ninja around the house."

"I've gotta admit, Connor, I'd be interested in meeting him."

[connernotconnor]

"You'd probably like him," conceded Conner with a friendly nod, because when all was said and done it really was difficult to dislike Eric. You had to acclimate to his quirks, but that wasn't so tough. "He's a great guy. But getting ambushed on my way to the shower every morning got a little bit old by the time we turned fourteen."

[bound2blade]

She could help a smirk at that one, either. "But just think of how prepared you are now!"

[connernotconnor]

"Only for Eric!" protested Conner, laughing. "I'm not exactly in the habit of expecting everybody else to do that."

[bound2blade]

Setsuna was totally not planning on initiating ambushes on Connor on his way to the shower.

Well, she was, at first, but then her brain put together 'Connor' and 'shower' and ceased to function for a moment while a blush blossomed on her cheeks.

She chuckled a little nervously. "That's a good point."

[connernotconnor]

Fortunately unaware of this train of thought, Conner grinned. "It might be a good idea to start, though. At least while I'm here."

[bound2blade]

Another nervous little chuckle. "Heh, yeah. Never hurts, right?"

"Well, uhhh, we should probably focus on our training a bit, now, huh?" She swung her sword in an arc as if doing so would make the point more effective that, yeah, definately time to get back to the sword swinging and the not thinking about other people naked thing.

[connernotconnor]

Still blissfully unaware, Conner nodded and brought his sword up. "It is what we're here for, right?"

Really good thing, that unawareness. Two people flailing while holding sharp pointies? Bad, bad, bad idea except maybe in gladiatorial combat, but what does this look like, ancient Rome? Don't answer that.