Ninja Weasle & the Blanket of Infinite Doom

What with the fact that Vegas was clean on the other side of the continent, and that our heros had spent a majority of their Evil Funds on not jumping out of a plane, the planned kidnapping sort of... fell through.
Which meant that on Monday Ninja was considerably angry at the world, more than was usual for a Monday at least. University was giving him an extensive vocabularly with which to verbally bash the living beans out of the entire institution. Which was driving The Blanket crazy, because Ninja was miss-using each and every single word over two syllables long...
"This place is highly idiosyncratic." Said Ninja, throwing his nose in the air and glaring at a passing arts student.
"The uni is eccentric?" Said The Blanket, quite dubiously.
"No, the uni is dumb, it stupid. Its idiosyncratic." Ninja rolled his eyes at The Blanket's obviously lack of culture.
"Idiosyncartic means to have an eccentric, or peculiar habit. The word your looking for is idiotic."
Ninja huffed out a sullen breath. "You're such a pragmatist..."
"Actually I'm more aptly a..." The Blanket let the sentence fade out as he watched Ninja begin to drool on his text book.
Ninja was watching Tracy from Applied Science shake her tightly clad ass across the quad. "Sigh." Said Ninja.
The Blanket didn't quite understand Ninja's fascination with the woman. She was shallow and skanky, she could hardly construct a coherent sentence and she listened to Simple Plan nonstop on her IPod, which in itself told The Blanket she had all the taste of a dung beetle.
But today was the day Ninja had sworn that he was going to ask her out. So The Blanket was in supportive best friend mode, with a side helping of distaste and a healthy serve of boredom.
The only question now was if Ninja, the self-proclamed king of the ladies, would have the stones to actually do it.
The Blanket doubted it.