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minato arisato | persona 3

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Who:

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Where: Goldenrod Game Corner
When: Friday night, 18/11/11
Summary: Your overflowing Courage allows you to ask the cute cop lady out to dinner! Don't fuck up before the goodnight kiss, Minato.
Rating: PG
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Minato's got the Pokepowers That Be to thank tonight. Not only did he actually get away with turning a bit of friendly advice into a dinner date, but it was with a very pretty lady, and in a place where he could actually show her a good time. Violet was pretty and all, but Sprout Tower hardly made for good ambience. So it was that dressed in the stylish outfit he'd been given on his arrival in Johto, Minato waits on the main strip of Goldenrod, just outside of the Game Corner. As good a place to meet as any, he figures, and easy to spot.

How long had it been since he was out on a proper date...? He couldn't even remember. Things had always been so busy, with Tartarus and clubs and saving the world, that snatching little bits of non-Social-Link-driven free time had been precious. Now he had nothing but, the idea still novel to him. Minato looked up from the display on his Pokegear and thought about that a second. The enormity of the situation was something- he had a new world, new friends, a new home, and a second chance at life. And now, dinner with a cute girl.

Johto really was pretty cool.

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As far as keeping this place stocked with Gothic fashion, this place kinda sucked. Abby had been disappointed on numerous occasions to find the stores lacking in what she needed. So she'd been improvising as best she could. Then Halloween had rolled around. Of course she'd grabbed everything she could to make sure that she had outfits for the future.

Including the cute dress (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/neko142001/Elegant_Gothic_Corset_Dress_JSK_DR00097_01.jpg) and short cape (just long enough to cover her arms) she was wearing today. Of course her hair was up in the usual pigtails. She'd been determined to look very cute for this date since really she found Minato just adorable. She was sure he was much younger than her but that actually made it better. Not to mention flattering.

After convincing her Pokemon that they could come but had to be in their balls, she was off. She hadn't been on a proper date since Gus left. It was time to have some fun.

Still, she was very friendly and open with affections. So the second she saw Minato, Abby walked straight up to him to give him a hug. It was just her nature. "You look so good!"

Not that he ever told anyone, but it was a little secret of Minato's that despite his emo-kid haircut, he really liked the goth look- it was attractive, and stylish, and seeing Abby in it just made things all the better. Frankly, he was still surprised she'd even said yes, let alone showed up. Her being older didn't matter even slightly: she was cute, and he'd very much like to kiss her.

He had straightforward thinking that way. Minato hesitated a second in her embrace, definitely unused to that, before bringing his arms up to do the same. She looked good normally, but now...wow.

"So do you."

"Thank you. Halloween was very good for my wardrobe."

Pulling back from the hug, she gave him the biggest of smiles. Those happened to be something she was very good at. Of course she knew that his were rare but she'd saved every last one of them onto her Gear. Just to prove that Minato was capable of them. Besides that, Abby thought he was so cute when he smiled.

"So where are you taking me?" Curiosity was something she had in spades.

He nodded down the street passing along the Game Corner facade, disappearing into a slightly less brightly-lit part of the main strip. That was where all the good stuff was: the little restaurants, the arcades, and the small businesses that he liked to frequent. Minato gave one flick of his eyes over her before stepping forward, along the path.

"Down here...there's a little place."

Linking arms with him, Abby looked around. It still was weird to have so much free time here. However, she'd decided to look at it as a vacation. A much needed one that would give her lots of energy for when she went back home to her lab.

"Did you manage to get more music, by the way?"

It was never more obvious that he came from a set of girls who would almost never admit affection in public that these little touches kept taking him by surprise. Minato stayed cool, however, letting their arms rest together while they move down the street. It's fairly busy, as one would expect from Friday night, and he seems entirely at ease in the hubbub of a crowd.

"Not really," he responded, glancing down at the headphones still resting against his chest. "Nobody had anything worthwhile."

"I have music I could give you. It's not techno though. More like gothic rock. Somehow I managed to get some onto my Gear and I could give it to you if you like it."

Abby was someone who was all about sharing and giving things to people. It was one of her favorite things to do. Everyone she liked was sure to get a present out of nowhere at some point when she wasn't giving them constant hugs.

"That's okay. Anything but..."

He nods again, towards the world at large and that endless loop of music. Anything but that- anything but that. Gothic rock wasn't the worst in the world, either, and a nice thing like that even earned another very short, tiny smile. He knew he made a good choice here. Minato turned them down another corner, into a street not much larger than an alleyway, flanked by tiny restaurants and cafes on all sides.

"You know."

"The endless torture of the Song That Never Ends?"

Yep, there was a reason why she had music to listen to. And that was exactly the reason. This world really didn't have great taste when it came to background music for everyone to listen in on. Abby looked ahead to study all the different places to eat. She'd been to a couple already but was always about repeats for a good one or for trying new things.

"Mhm."

He hadn't minded it at first, the music actually catchy for awhile during the novelty phase. But now, there was a reason he carried his mp3 charger around in his back pocket- listening to anything on loop for that long was just asking for insanity. He didn't know how other people did it. The restaurants, however, were the main draw for the moment. He frowned briefly, looking down the street,before selecting a little hole-in-the-wall Chinese place, decorated with pictures of Teddiursa and Krabby tanks.

Within minutes, they were seated: he was that much of a regular that the owner had recognised him by name, giving them a nice, cozy little booth in the back, set away from everyone but with a good view of the whole place and the street beyond. Minato sighed quietly as he settled into the seat, looking back at Abby.

"This good?" he asked, cracking open a menu.

"It is. Very good choice. I notice that you come here a lot too." The whole, the owner knowing him by name had been a really good clue to that. "It's fun how everything in Johto is Pokemon themed somehow too."

Fun and cute. Two things that Abby happened to adore. Which was probably strange for anyone who thought about what a goth should be like. Cute and fun usually didn't walk hand in hand with the description. But, she did like to walk her own path and march to the beat of her own drum.

She had better music that way.

"So what are you having?"

"Mm. It's cheap...tasteful, too."

He's a creature of habit at his core: what little normalcy he could grab in between being shuffled between foster homes and orphanages was clung onto tightly. Hence why shop assistants knew him and knew his usual- it helped him feel like a part of the world. His eyes flick over the menu a few times before snapping it shut. Decision: made.

"Fried lemon Ducklett. You?"

"I was thinking the chow mein. I haven't had it here."

But the fried lemon Ducklett sounded interesting. Definitely different. She wondered what it would taste like. And if they actually used real Pokemon in it. Somehow she doubted that given how the Officer Jenny's seemed to handle everything. That would be Pokemon abuse. Something that was illegal.

"Is the dish you're having good?"

"Pretty good. Just don't want bad breath tonight."

A very roundabout way of getting at a point, but still, the boy managed. Minato leaned back in his seat as if he hadn't said anything, relaxed, taking his time to just look at her. Once again, he quietly marvelled at the luck that had got him here, the tiniest traces of a smile in his eyes-- just not reaching his mouth at that second. Pokemon or not, the food tasted good.

That got straight to the point. At least to her. Abby had been on a number of dates in her life and knew the little details. One of those being that bad breath did not equal a kiss later on in the night. It was really so cute that Minato was thinking that far ahead and was that hopeful. He probably would get a kiss at this rate.

"That's a good idea. I like that plan." And she closed her menu, settling on her choice.

He cants his head, looking off to the side, making a point not to answer that verbally- play it cool and stay confident, that's the way to the prize. Better not to talk about makeouts too openly, however, especially not when the waitress was bustling up to take their orders-- an elderly lady, but friendly and warm, greeting Minato by name.

A greeting back and a smooth rattling off of his order, and he glanced back towards Abby. Under that calm stare was a lot of calculating, a lot of weighing up: how far to talk about himself, should he pay for the meal, what would seem gentlemanly as opposed to just trying too hard?

Burning questions for teenage boys.

Fortunately, Minato had decided to take Abby of all people out on a date. If there was something she was good at outside of Forensics, it was conversation. Even if she had to hold it all on her own. So after she gave her order, she looked back at him to get some of that going.

Namely, get him talking. "What do you do with your free time here? It's something we seem to have a lot of here. I know that I'm not used to it. Maybe I can get some ideas based off of what you do."

That was the non-stomach way straight to his heart: maybe for a sort of contrast, but Minato loved the talkative types, able to pour their hearts out and let him go on with being the listener. He can feel himself relaxing already, shoulders dropping as he leans against the table, giving a tiny shrug as first response.

"Training. Keeping fit," he said, idly tapping a finger on the table as he recounted each point. "Music...and I work part-time."

"You know, I was thinking of starting a Poke-sitting business. Kind of like babysitting but I'd be taking care of Pokemon. That's what I did when Gus was here. It let him go to work without having to worry about Shawn getting into everything. It's kind of fun too. The Pokemon really seem to like me."

It was a long and rambling explanation of her idea but that was the way that she talked. Most of her time at home was spent alone in a lab. Any chance to talk to people was a good opportunity in her mind. So, she just kind of let herself run with it.

"Though, I haven't figured out what I would charge for that. The money system is different here compared to America. It's taking a little getting used to."

"It's like Yen. 100 is about one American dollar."

Minato never minded rambling, pouring himself a glass of water while she spoke. Listening had always been one of the key points to getting his Social Links up, and now - though his intentions were more kiss-based - was no different at all. She had a point, too...he hm'ed thoughtfully.

"Any Pokemon?"

"Oh. Well that helps to clear that up actually."

It would be much easier to figure out the whole money system that way. If 100 was about one American dollar then 1000 was about ten. That was easy enough to figure out. Abby could find a way to work with this. Anyway, Minato had asked a question.

"Yes. Of course that means getting a place where any of them can be. I know the Breeding Centre is around and so is the PokeCenter. But it might be easier if there was someone around outside of those areas who would just devote their attention to the Pokemon temporarily in their care."

"Maybe..."

Minato mulled over the thought, sipping his water slowly, eyes not moving off of her. It was a possibility, certainly, and he knew he'd help if it actually came to pass: but the image of Abby being dragged down the street by a leashed Onix was still funny enough.

"Good idea, anyway."

"It could be really helpful to learn about all the Pokemon too. From a scientific standpoint. I mean, this is just a game where I'm from so they don't actually exist. But here they're real and need to be taken care of."

Abby smiled sweetly then. One thing she definitely had was a big heart. One that just wanted to take care of everyone around her.

"Then they can get stronger and be happier."

"Yeah...we don't seem to know much."

Which was just weird, and a little too close to home for his own comfort. How was he meant to become the Champion when the amount he understood, even about his own Pokemon, was about the same as all the Shadows back home? Minato's forehead creases, mulling that over as he slid a pair of chopsticks out of their holder, neatly breaking them in two.

"As long as they're happy."

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I apologize for the delay!

no worries! this is worth waiting for. :3

aaaaaand then I got sick. we will totally finish this at some point lol

oh bummer that sucks :( take your time with it then!

thank you for being so understanding!

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