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Who: John Egbert and Rose Lalonde (And introducing the new friend: Dave Strider)
Where: Vermilion City
When: 11/18/12
Summary: Rose wakes up from her spontaneous coma (canon update) and John takes her on a highly romantic date in a Dragonair gondola. Be jelly.
Rating: PG for language and teenage butt-touching.
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Since this wasn't the first time it had happened and, overall, it was hardly a rare occurrence in this world, John hadn't been too terribly worried when Rose passed out the previous Sunday. He knew she'd be back up again in a week or so, though that still hadn't prevented him from spending more time inside the room than out. After all, what if she woke up early?

He was pretty sure that was a thing that could happen, so better safe than sorry!

But there was one thing that he did have to leave the room for that he just couldn't avoid and that was work. But it was honestly a good thing he had, because if he had called out? He probably wouldn't have been able to concoct the date plan he was currently waiting to put into motion. It just needed one last thing, and that was a conscious Rose.

Okay, well technically a conscious John as well. Because at around 8 in the morning, he was just as unconscious as Rose, lying next to her in the bed with an arm over her and Michael J. the Zorua nestled between them. Rose's face is covered in a variety of marker doodles, the most prominent being a proclamation of "i love butts." scrawled across her forehead. Though there's also some kitty whiskers and more than likely at least one penis because apparently Dave wanted to play too. Seems the boys got a little bored while Rose was unconscious.

Aaaa lazy Sundays. Aren't they great?

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Well he's not going to say anything until Rose regains her composure enough to reopen the line of conversation. Because guess what else he's done with?

That's right.

Talking.

It takes a few minutes - yes, minutes - but eventually she's calmed down to soft chuckling every once in a while, along with trying to catch her breath.

And beaming at her boyfriend from her spot in the bottom of the boat.

He folds his arms over his chest, watching and waiting for her to stop laughing with an impassive look on his face. Rose...Rose seriously. What. Once she finally calms down, he quirks a brow.

"You good now? I mean I can sit here for another hour if need be, I have time. It's not like we're going anywhere fast at this point."

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"I...I think so." Giggle. "I think I'm alright. My apologies. I hadn't meant to lose my composure like that." Just going to sit up, smooth out her dress, act like nothing ever happened.

"Oh good. I guess I can forgive you. It happens to the best of us. Though, uh...I don't suppose you have any ideas for fixing this?" He scratches at his cheek. "Short of jumping out of the gondola, that is? I only brought Sassacre with me and uh...yeah I don't think he's going to help much in this situation. Unfortunately."

You're a good Pokemon, Sassacre...but you can't swim. And let's face it, those gimpy little wings of yours aren't going to do much good here either.

"Mmmm...well. I have no qualm with getting wet, if you want John." She doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get out of the boat though.

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Good because he doesn't want her to get out. Rose, please don't swim to get the oar and get all wet. If anybody's going to swim, it's going to be him since he's the one who dropped it in the first place.

"That may be but we don't have any towels and the last thing I want is for you to get pneumonia. That's not a very romantic ending to a date. Do you have any Pokemon with you? Like Guile maybe? Psychic types can use telekinesis, right?"

"They can, yes, but I didn't come equipped." This is when she shifts a little, moving to sit in the bottom of the gondola again so she can ~romantically~ lay her head in his lap. "I fully trust my fiance to protect me if need be."

"...seriously."

It's not even a question. Just. What kind of logic is that? Romance be damned, dammit Rose, you know he doesn't plan things through very well. You should know better.

"Yup, seriously." Look at this happy face of hers! "But I think this is okay. Don't you?"

"Oh sure. I love it when I screw up date plans and literally land us up a creek without a paddle. Yup. My favorite thing to do, right here."

He's just a little frustrated with himself, don't mind him.

Rose sighs a little, moving to sit beside him and giving his cheek a kiss. "John, please. It's not that bad. Besides, it gives me a chance to do a few things I wanted to do on this date."

"Oh? I'm sensing date mutiny here. What have you been scheming behind my back, hm?"

He's onto you, woman. You and your wily ways.

"I haven't been scheming anything. However..." She digs into her purse, pulling out a small velvet box. "I did bring a gift for you."

Clearly caught off-guard, John takes the box though he doesn't open it just yet. Instead he just kind of stares at it with wide eyes. He really wasn't expecting a gift, this isn't their anniversary or anything so why would...

"I dunno. I mean is this really just a gift? Can never be to careful with wily ladies like you. Sure it looks like a gift, but how do I know that accepting this won't end up in me selling my soul to you or something?"

"Sweetheart." She lays a hand on his knee. "You already did that when you agreed to date me." Inside, he'll find a very simple, serviceable ring. Plain sterling silver with three inset stones going diagonal across its face.

"Oh dammit. You're right. I forgot about that." He plays with the box a little more, passing it back and forth between his hands. "So what, you're after my body now too? Is that it?"

Just open the damn box, John.

"Of course. That always comes next. But I like to think I'm not far from obtaining it for myself." Come on John. Open the box!

"Well confidence is key, I supp...ose."

Finally cracking the box open, John falters at the end o his sentence and falls silent. He kind of figured it would be jewelry. After all, what else comes in black velvet boxes like that? But he wasn't expecting a ring. Maybe cufflinks or a watch...those are typically what you give guys, right?

But no, this is very much a ring and he's about 90% certain it's an engagement ring. Which is a little odd considering guys don't typically wear those. At least, he's pretty sure they don't. Not that he's offended or anything. Just...surprised.

Rose remains quiet here, letting him take in the ring and process exactly what it is. And what this is. And then just lay her head on his shoulder.

It takes him a couple of minutes. There is some serious processing going on here!

"Is this..."

"Is that what?"

"Never mind." He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss to Rose's...head. Goshdarnit why is she leaning against him? Makes cheek smooches kind of difficult!

"Thank you, Rose."

"Thank you? There's no need for thanks." She steals a cheek kiss haha and then nuzzles his shoulder with her cheek a little. "I just felt it was unfair that you didn't get one too."

"Is that so? Hehe. I guess you do have a valid point there." He tilts the box a little, watching the faint light of the sunset catch on the band and little diamonds.

"And I mostly said thank you because I wasn't sure what else to say, alright? That and it's a very nice present and that's the typical response, no?"

At that, he finally takes the ring out of the box, holding it up to take a closer look, smiling all the while.

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