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Coming home tired from fighting with Harou and Westly Sheena took a quick shower and dressed. Flopping onto her bed she rolled over and looked up at the ceiling, getting mad that she pushed Harou Sheena took some of her kunais and started flinging them at the ceiling. 'Damn my pride....'

Hearing a knock Sheena looked around quizzically, "Who....could that be?" Walking to the front door she opened the door and gasped in shock as she looked at the clearly still wounded Harou. "Umm....Hi" she said confused.

Westly strode up, smiling. He ignored Harou at first. "Hey Sheena, I just wanted to apologize for the stab wounds. Here, I bought you a cake. It's Strawberry. Grace's strawberry cakes are the best, I think." It was only then that Westly really seemed to register Harou. "Oh, hey, Mopey, I couldn't see you there over my sunny personality. You here for the same reason?"

That last may as well have been a taunt, albeit a good-natured one. If there was one thing Harou knew about Westly, it was that Westly knew everything about anyone that caught his interest. That included, for example, knowing that Sheena had suffered no such injuries when Harou fought her. It went without saying that Westly had been watching the video coverage of their fight; it almost went without saying that he'd spent the entire time laughing hysterically at Harou's attempts at "Ninja Chivalry".

As Westly had put it to Sheena in his own fight, "If you care about honor, you're in the wrong profession."

Westly's initial plan had been to simply mess his Harou a bit, and then leave the two of them to each other and the cake. On the other hand, the Art of War lay not in planning for every contingency, but in adapting to changing circumstances.

The idea of seriously crimping Harou's style was too tempting to pass up. It might end up for the best, besides. Westly hadn't quite decided whether or not he'd pursue a little something with Grace. Moreover, Harou had an oddly competitive personality. Westly doubted that Harou would win over anyone with his charm unless it somehow became a contest of who could be the most charming.

"You have my thanks, and my acceptance. I would love to join you," Westly performed a flourishing bow, and smiled. Before he'd settled on the lynx for his thematic animal, he had long considered the peacock. At times like this, when the whole world seemed brighter from his presence, it showed. No really, it literally seemed brighter; the best genjutsushi subtly altered the look of things around them without even thinking about it. It was an aura of dread or creepiness most often, but that was just because it matched the bearer; Westly was, perhaps, the cheeriest illusionist in the history of the village, and he had an aura to match.

Harou's open-arms gesture placed his right arm precisely within what could be considered Westly's personal space, so Westly leveraged the opportunity. He gently moved Harou's arm down and away, undermining the gesture.

A Conversation is a battle like any other, he thought, his smile never leaving his face.

(( Need to do my Physics homework right now. College provides a lenient schedule, but a strict set of responsibilities. ))

Harou sat down and ate a piece of the cake as well. He nodded and smiled in approval. "Very nice choice. You say Grace made it?" Harou turned and asked Westly.

Sheena glanced at Harou and then back at Westly, "So besides Harou saying his apology, what brings you to my neck of the woods Wes? And tell Grace that her cake is very delicious." she said while eating another bite of cake.