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[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[In search for a distraction, Natsuki has been wandering the castle. Outside seems too cold, the Seasons Room isn't open, the library...hah. As if. She was at the gym earlier, any attempts at cooking are hazardous to everybody in the general vicinity of the kitchen, and....well. She's found herself in the Games Room.

After idly playing a bit of Bac-Man for the hell of it, her attention is drawn by the ostentatious display centered around a 4-arrow pad as the rather annoying announcer keeps asking if she's got what it takes to play some DDR.]

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[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[Zuko doesn't often head down to the Games room. It's distracting and incomprehensible, and the people who frequent it are generally far too hyperactive for his liking. It's only when the right combination of boredom and bad weather line up that he finds himself wandering down there, meandering around and staring tentatively at the belligerently flashing games as if he's touring some museum of curiosities.

So, that's what he's up to today. Sneaking around, peeking skeptically at the screens, not really noticing anyone down there who isn't making an obnoxious amount of noise]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[she glances about to make sure that nobody is paying attention before she finally sets foot on the small stage. She's totally doing this just to shut the announcer guy up. Yeah.

Aaand she visibly cringes as the preview snippet of one of the songs blasts out at an ungodly volume. So much for staying (relatively) low-key.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[what the-- that makes him jump a little, whirling toward the sounds as if he'd done something to set off an alarm, and-- ...Oh.

He sees you there, Natsuki.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[she turns around, hoping that nobody noticed. And there you are. Dammit.

Her first thought is to flee - i.e. 'Hey, I was just randomly walking across this interesting looking platform' - and you know, that sounds like a pretty good idea.

Gets off the platform and attempts a casual (awkward) half-wave.]

Hey.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[yeah, he's not buying it. He knows you made that hideous game make all those obnoxious sounds, didn't you?]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Walking past. [that's her story and she's sticking to it]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

Yeah right.

[he heard that announcer. He was talking right to you.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[huffs]

What about you? [not admitting to anything lalala]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

I wasn't doing anything.

[crosses his arms, even though that motion still hurts a little. Ow.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[grouchily mirrors your action.

...

And dammit, this isn't helping the boredom any.

Nods at the DDR machine.] Have you played this before?

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[glances in the direction of her nod]

The one you were 'walking past?'

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Yes. [half a smile 'cause she knows she's not fooling anybody]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

No. [said in that 'don't be stupid' tone of voice]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[Zuko doesn't often head down to the Games room. It's distracting and incomprehensible, and the people who frequent it are generally far too hyperactive for his liking. It's only when the right combination of boredom and bad weather line up that he finds himself wandering down there, meandering around and staring tentatively at the belligerently flashing games as if he's touring some museum of curiosities.

So, that's what he's up to today. Sneaking around, peeking skeptically at the screens, not really noticing anyone down there who isn't making an obnoxious amount of noise]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[she glances about to make sure that nobody is paying attention before she finally sets foot on the small stage. She's totally doing this just to shut the announcer guy up. Yeah.

Aaand she visibly cringes as the preview snippet of one of the songs blasts out at an ungodly volume. So much for staying (relatively) low-key.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[what the-- that makes him jump a little, whirling toward the sounds as if he'd done something to set off an alarm, and-- ...Oh.

He sees you there, Natsuki.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[she turns around, hoping that nobody noticed. And there you are. Dammit.

Her first thought is to flee - i.e. 'Hey, I was just randomly walking across this interesting looking platform' - and you know, that sounds like a pretty good idea.

Gets off the platform and attempts a casual (awkward) half-wave.]

Hey.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[yeah, he's not buying it. He knows you made that hideous game make all those obnoxious sounds, didn't you?]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Walking past. [that's her story and she's sticking to it]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

Yeah right.

[he heard that announcer. He was talking right to you.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[huffs]

What about you? [not admitting to anything lalala]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

I wasn't doing anything.

[crosses his arms, even though that motion still hurts a little. Ow.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[grouchily mirrors your action.

...

And dammit, this isn't helping the boredom any.

Nods at the DDR machine.] Have you played this before?

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[glances in the direction of her nod]

The one you were 'walking past?'

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Yes. [half a smile 'cause she knows she's not fooling anybody]