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[_bloodyrose]

Touga is sitting at a table with his chin resting on the backs of his interlocked fingers. Just watching the world pass him by.

Or he is watching the single white rose in a vase in front of him.

One has to wonder what he is thinking of.

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[anthy_rosebride]

Someone settles into the seat next to him; her teacup clinks against its saucer as she sets it on the table.

[_bloodyrose]

He doesn't move.

"What does it feel like?"

[anthy_rosebride]

"Warm," she says reflectively, without looking at him. "Moist."

"But you have to be careful with your tongue . . ."

Wasn't he referring to the teacup she's holding a hand over? The steam feels lovely.

[_bloodyrose]

He looks up. The multicolored roses shimmer and bloom in the vase.

"You should always take the time to let things cool. Otherwise, you will have just wasted your time in preparation and anticipation."

[saionjisenpai]

Saionji's been drinking coffee at the bar, but it's about time to get back to Ohtori. The campus gets crowded in the afternoon, in the fine weather.

He's crossing towards the door when he sees the unmistakable spill of impossibly red hair, and freezes like a deer in the headlights.

[_bloodyrose]

Touga ducks his head just the smallest amount and tries to cover a laugh.

"Good evening, Saionji-kun."

[saionjisenpai]

The laugh might be directed at his frozen posture; or the coffee and weather stains on his denim jacket and pants; or simply his exile status.

It doesn't really matter. His teeth grit and fists clench. "Touga. I heard you were in seclusion after your big loss," he says, forgetting the weirdness of Milliways time. "Feeling better?"

[_bloodyrose]

He looks at Saionji.

"I was gone long?"

[buriedmybrother]

Antigone would argue that no, one really doesn't.

But she is contrary.

Also, watching him with something like curiosity from a table nearby.

[_bloodyrose]

His mouth quirks just a bit.

"Do you like flowers, Princess?"

[buriedmybrother]

Yes, she does.

"I've told you my name."

[_bloodyrose]

He smirks. "Yes, you did. What is your favorite flower, Princess?"

[la_calice]

That rose sure looks familiar.

Utena used to wear one just like it, as a matter of fact, which is probably why she's glaring at it from across the room.

Not at Touga, naturally. Why in the world would she glare at him?

[_bloodyrose]

What's that smoking? Couldn't be the hole at the back of Touga's neck. Never!

He raises his head and looks over his shoulder. His mouth does that odd quirk again.

He is too cool to wave. Touga inclines his head.

[la_calice]

Her own mouth twists, slightly, and she appears to go through a fairly lenghty inner quarrel before rising, walking over, and flopping down in a chair, looking annoyed.

"Back again, Mr. President? Enjoying the view?"

[_bloodyrose]

"Always."

His mouth does that odd little quirk one more time. Almost...like a smile.

"Tea?" He offers his own untouched tea cup.