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Roof, Tuesday Evening

Romeo Montague lit a final candle, moved it ever so slightly, and grinned at his handiwork. A card table made a fine place to dine on takeout Chinese food, if it was on a roof and bedecked with a tablecloth and candles, and a small rug could serve as a dance floor. And for his orchestra, he had iTunes playing a stream of slow, jazzy music.

He considered the problem of invaders from the door to the roof, and, regretfully, decided he couldn't lock or block it. But he could have a sign at the ready to post as soon as Yurika arrived.

[OOC: For one, though the door is not locked. Up early for slowplay.]

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Dōjima had dashed back to the dorms the moment Aly-sensei's class was done, taking a moment to stop by her room and dump off her bag.

Now, she stuck her head through the doorway to the roof, grinning as she glanced around. "Ohaiyo! I'm looking for a Romeo?"

"Ohaiyo, and I think you found one," Romeo said, eyes sparkling. "Might I be the one you seek?"

[OOC: Annnnnnd I vanish to do mom stuff. Back soon.]

Edited 2008-02-19 15:54 (UTC)

"Maaaaaaaaaaaybe," she replied, pretending to think about it. "You are a Romeo, yes? And you are on the roof, where I am supposed to meet my Romeo. It's too much to simply be coincidence."

"Far too much," Romeo agreed, his heart leaping a little at the "my Romeo" even as he was fairly sure she didn't mean it that way just yet. "Especially as I was looking for a Yurika, and you seem to be one of those."

"It is good my name is unusual here, or there might be some lingering doubt."

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"Hai!" she cheered, saluting him. "I'm a Yurika! Fancy that! Then we must both be in the right place!"

"Even if your name was common here, to find you on the roof would be a good indicator that you were the one I was seeking, yes?" She wandered over to the edge, peering down at the scene below them. "Sugoi! So high! People look like ants!"

"Aye, and I am glad we found each other with such ease," Romeo said moving over to stand next to her. "I know, they all appear alike from this height. I should hate to fall so far." And just in case, even though he wasn't really afraid of heights, he stepped back from the rim.

"What does sugoi mean?"

"Er..." Yurika bit her lip and waved a hand. "Cool, yes? Awesome? Neato!"

"Sooooo....show me my surprise!" she said, moving away from the ledge and darting out to grab for his hand. "I've been waiting alllllll week! Okay, since the dance, but still!"

"Cool, I understand," Romeo nodded. "I should like to learn more Japanese for you." He turned, a little sheepish and gestured to the table and rug.

"I feel like I should have blindfolded you to make you wait longer yet," he admitted. "But it is here." He gestured first to the meal -- just takeout Chinese food, but he had decanted it from its serving dishes so it looked a little prettier -- and then to the rug. "Dinner and a place to dance, in whatever order m'lady wishes."

Edited 2008-02-19 19:10 (UTC)

"Speaking Japanese is easy, English is hard!" she giggled. "I confuse words all the time. Too hard to keep them all straight!" When she looked over at the dinner, however, the giggling stopped, and her eyes went wide. "For me? Really?"

The deafening squeal of joy and pouncing hug might give him some clue of how much she likes it.

Romeo squeezed her back, entire face a grin. "For you," he confirmed. "I wanted a proper date with you, and from up here, the whole island is ours."

"King and queen of the world!" she agreed, looking out over the island. "It's wonderful!"

Romeo smiled some more, and reached down to take her hand. "And what would your first royal act me?" he asked.

"A dance, I think," Dōjima said, taking his hand and stepping closer to him. "We should work up an appetite."

This seemed to be the better answer, and Romeo turned to put his other hand on Yurika's shoulder, "Dinner can wait," he said, trying to steer her into something half-sway, half-waltz. He glanced at the stereo, which was playing a slow jazz instrumental. "...the music might be too soft."

Not that he wanted to let go of her and turn it up.

"It's perfect," she said, swaying along with him. "I like it, makes me feel like we're all alone up in the sky."

"Like we could be flying far from earth," Romeo said. "And everything else is standing still, or vanished entirely."

"Never was there in the first place," Yurika decided. "It's all a figment of our imaginations! We're just dancing on clouds, and there's no such thing as school."

"At least, not until tomorrow morning."

Romeo chuckled gently at that. "And tomorrow morning it would all come crashing back?" he wanted to know. "Perhaps we must simply make the night last."

"Well, if I missed my class due to dancing on the roof, I doubt Mr. Bond would take it well," she said sadly. "He doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humor."

"So we need to drop off our cloud and return to Earth before school starts tomorrow," Romeo answered, harboring what even he knew was an utterly ridiculous slight hatred for Mr. Bond right then.

"At least we have time, hours and hours before then." He shifted his hands slightly to hold her closer.

"Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away," she sang, letting herself be pulled closer. "Hours and hours. Really, I only need to come down right before class. Oh, and before our food gets cold. We should eat it sometime tonight, since you went through all the effort."

"It was such hard labor, calling for delivery and setting the food out," Romeo teased. "I should ask for payment. But aye, we should eat before either it or the roof become too cold for us."

But he was still dancing.

"We can always take it inside, if it gets too cold," Yurika replied, continuing to move with the music.

It was unclear if she meant the food or the dancing.

[OOC: Fleeing to internet-less lands. SP?]

"We could, at that," he said, referring to both things as he too kept dancing. "Perhaps we could even find our private cloud again there."

[OOC: NP!]

"I don't think a cloud would fare well indoors. Being trapped within four walls and a ceiling just wouldn't be fair to the poor thing." Yurika shook her head sadly. "While music, dancing, and food translate well to indoor locations, I think we'd have to let clouds be clouds, and wander where they may."

"I fear you are right," Romeo admitted. "Clouds are happier outside, and we can always find them there, so there is no need to cage one."

He glanced over at the table. "Should we eat now?"

"Hai," she nodded, reluctantly breaking their dance to turn toward the table. "As yummy as Chinese is when you re-heat it for breakfast, it's still best fresh. So! What's on the menu?"

"Shrimp with snow peas, Mongolian beef, and some sort of noodle dish the proprietor was rather insistent I order," Romeo said, poking at the saffron-colored noodles. "It smells spicy."

He pulled out Yurika's seat. "And please don't tell me you're a vegetarian."

"Vegetarian? Nah!" she giggled, taking her seat. "Unrepentant carnivore! If we weren't supposed to eat it, it wouldn't taste so good!"

"Me as well," Romeo said, probably unnecessarily as he was heaping Mongolian beef onto his plate. "Life is short regardless, no need to make yourself miserable by trying to live on salad."

"If I was meant to live off grass, I would have been born a rabbit," Yurika agreed, snapping her chopsticks at him before helping herself to the mystery noodles. "Meat, carbohydrates, alcohol, sugar, all those things that are supposedly so so bad for you, but so so good. Life is to enjoy the finer things, not let them go to waste!"

Romeo was practically nodding his head off. "There is no point in delaying gratification, or spurning it altogether," he said. "All you can be sure of is the moment, and you need to use it as best you can."

He grinned. "I am so glad you are with me on this."

"I'm never in favor of delaying gratification," she said smoothly, grabbing a bit of beef from his plate. "Why wait? It just doesn't make sense."

"Waiting serves no one," Romeo agreed, eyes bright.

And, in a flash, he was out of his seat (mouthful of shrimp swallowed), and kneeling next to Yurika. He put a hand on her cheek and leaned in for a kiss.

Well now, Dōjima was not inclined to deny such a request. Chopsticks were quickly abandoned as she reached out to tangle her fingers in his hair and return the kiss.

The itty bitty voice in the back of her head hollering that this was a 'bad plan' was very quickly and firmly squashed.

Romeo, on the other hand, had no such voice. His brain was stuck on lips warm kissing yes oh handhandhand, in my hair, more.

He brought a hand to her back and kept kissing her. Definitely a good date.

The little voice in her head had silenced the moment their lips met, and Yurika wasn't really thinking at all now. Nothing beyond the desire for more, anyway. More lips, more kissing, more of his hand that was so nicely situated on her back. Simply more.

This was a wonderful date.

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