"That's why you don't get caught," Riku pointed out. The soup didn't taste like much, but Riku was pretty sure that was his stuffed nose.
"Well then I probably won't," Riku whined, "I'm not generally a lucky person. All my luck was spent on meeting you. God, I'm going to end up a monk by the end of winter quarter." Solitary, celibate, he hated it.