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Bloody %#^&ing #*&%! Amaravati was really beginning to feel the scrapes and bruises that she had accumulated in her recent hunting excursion. Reaching a hand out blindly, she shut off the water, and brought a towel up to dry her face. With the water off, she could hear Khalla muttering irritably, though she could not make out the words. There was the distinct thumping sound, and wasn't that odd? Curiouser and curiouser. Wrapping her wet hair up in a towel, she pulled the other around herself, and held it closed with a hand. Slipping into her slippers (har har), she picked her way back into their dorm room, and stood there, shaking her head.

"Khalla, what the $#%@? It's eight-thirty on a Friday night. What are you even-- How can you sit there and read on a night like this?" Personally, Amara had plans to be out and about, enjoying her freedom while she could. Of course, she'd be keeping an eye out for any senshi while she did so, or perhaps for an opportunity to nab some starseeds. Civilians were easier by far to hunt, and thus far all that she'd had success with. The thought ought to have caused a twinge of guilt, or even a pang. As it was, she could only feel that she was doing what she had to, what Sue, and all of her friends needed her to do. Their protection was far more important than any quibbles she might have about the process.

Down at her feet, Classy purred, and twined around and between her legs. The attention was not unwelcome, but it was slightly unbalancing, after a point. "Classy! Cut it out for a sec, okay?" She was found of her cat, she really was... it was just that when she was wet and fresh out of the shower she wasn't as well coordinated as usual. Which, really, said a lot. Even at the best of times, Amaravati was not a thing of grace-- though she was getting closer to that now. Training had been good for her, certainly. "Seriously, Khalla, I don't get it. It's Friday. Can't your homework wait 'til Sunday?" Frowning over at her roommate, she made an effort to balance and pet the cat at the same time. Not a good idea, as it turned out.

Five seconds later had her on the floor on her butt, a very pleased young cat purring in her lap. "^#$&#xit;, Classy!" No, that was not acceptable. Worse, and worse, the towel on her head had unraveled, and joined her on the floor. "..." That cat was seriously in need of some kind of behavioral modification. Maybe, just maybe if she could get a hold of Sue again, he would be able to train some sense into her kitten.

Oh snap! It was just like Khalla, just like Khalla to notice something like that now, when she had gone for weeks (no, months!) without paying it any mind. Amara brought a hand to her face, covering her eyes and just... wincing. Could it get any worse? Could it? ... It really could, couldn't it? Well, all right. So, she'd play it off like it was no big deal. "Oh, that? That's nothing." Nonchalant. She needed to act nonchalant. "Really, Khalla, it's no big." Right, and the Academy award goes to... not Amara. Picking herself up, she got to her feet, and straightened the towel, dislodging the kitten from her lap.

"Classy, you are a pain." A real pain. Classy was worse than Khalla, and that was saying something. At least Khalla was human, and therefore tended to have more than one mode. The current mode was one that Amaravati had worries about, but maybe it would pass. "Right. So, you've got a pile of homework, then." They had, if not the same classes, similar classes. That meant that somewhere there was a pile of homework waiting for her, and she was so not in the mood to deal with it.

Rolling her eyes a little, she glanced at her roommate. "Kay... are you really going to sit around and do this all weekend? All weekend?" Really? There was a certain point where school became less important than having a life outside of school, wasn't there? If there wasn't, there really should be. Giving a frustrated huff, she paced over to glare down at the essay, and book. "C'mon, Khalla, really?" It was probably not in her interests to discourage her roommate from being studious, but for some reason she just couldn't sit by and let it happen.

Not on her watch. And there Khalla was, still freaking out. At least, she thought she was still freaking out. Was Amara's ruse working? Or would she have to come up with some bullshit answer? Maybe it would be better to let her friend draw her own conclusions. Probably safer. It might be easier to ... sort of see what she already thought about it. Playing to someone's expectations was better, she seemed to remember. That was one tip her father had given her that she hadn't just tossed away out of hand, and now here was a test for it.

Suddenly feel a little guilty for lying to Khalla (not for her reason for being out late, but for lying to her roommate), Amara shrugged a little. "Look, I know you think it's a big deal, but... I've had worse, okay?" Great. That was really helping things a long. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." And she wasn't remotely exaggerating. Amara was a big girl. Maybe a little too far onto the big side by some people's standards. Those people were obviously used to skeleton thing models, and women who spent more time on their knees over a toilet than a $%*#ing pregnant woman. Definitely not her style. She was too classy for that. $%#%, there was muscle on her too, along with everything else-- and she was getting sidetracked. That was not the point.

The point was, Amaravati could take care of herself. She was more than capable of it. Being a Lieutenant meant that she was learning (slowly but surely) a more effective way of fighting. She wasn't sure she could take on a senshi just yet, but she could handle herself with the average person. Most of the bruises and scrapes were from clambering around on the rooftops, and learning how to jump properly. Not all of them, of course. When civilian types put up a fight, their punches were just as real as anyone else's. But really, most of it was from learning how to not be clumsy. That was dead important. She could be dead if she didn't acquire some grace.

"I guess I don't understand that, Khalla. You're-- we're young, and we've got our lives ahead of us. Why do you insist on shutting yourself in? Or maybe you're getting all of your fun out when you disappear?" She shouldn't be hurt by the fact that her roommate had friends, other friends. Friends that she wanted to spend time with when she did have the time. Ugh. This was so stupidly complicated. "Right. Whatever. Do your homework. I'm going to head out again just as soon as I'm dressed." Which meant under no uncertain terms that she was not going to be telling Khalla what was going on. Like %*#@ she would, anyway. She was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to, and honestly, it wasn't as though Khalla could relate.

"It's none of your business, Khalla!" Amara snapped, and it was obvious from the way that she was not swearing that something was wrong. When angered, she tended to resort to swearing all the more... so, she was hurt. Hurt, not angry. Maybe resentful? Resentful of her roommate, who led such a different life, who was just going to sit there and tell her that she had all of this stuff to do, and had no time to have fun. No time for Amara, came the translation. Not that they tended to socialize together, but it was obviously something that she'd been thinking about. What if she wanted to spend time with Khalla?

As crazy as that sounded, coming from a girl who liked to party more than she liked to do anything remotely laid back or studious, she... kind of wanted to have a more normal fun time. With, you know, her roommate. The one she hardly ever saw? "Look, Kay, you just... you wouldn't understand even if I told you, okay? So, I'm not going to bother." Eyes flashing, the girl retreated in a very uncharacteristic manner, going to her closet to throw something together. Also very uncharacteristic. "I get that you're busy. You make that very clear." Oh she was pissed now, but there was still an undercurrent of hurt in there somewhere.

It just wasn't fair... which was stupid. Life wasn't fair. But $#%&it, if Khalla didn't start loosening up sometime soon, she wasn't sure what she might do. Choking back more angry words, she got dressed as swiftly as she could. "Yeah, you just keep looking forward to that future. I'll see you around. I'm going out." And that was the end of that, as far as she was concerned. %#$* this. She didn't have to sit around and have Khalla worry over her, watch her study her way into exhaustion. What did she do on the weekends, anyway? "While you're at it, maybe you can think about using that recipe for your grandma." A reminder that she knew that Khalla had forgotten all about the recipe she'd shared with her. The one she said she wanted to try out.

Now dressed, she grabbed up her purse and stalked out the door. She hadn't bothered to comb her hair-- what did it matter how her hair looked when she was only planning to go home? Not home to stay, of course, but home to use the kitchen there, as she wouldn't do at the school. It wasn't worth the effort, and she didn't have the ingredients handy. Let Khalla think that she was going off to have a wild night somewhere. She didn't care. There was nothing, nothing at all that would convince her to sit down and take more of the questioning.