Johan had to admit, Kay's silence did surprise him somewhat. She was looking at him and, from the looks of the look she was looking at him with, clearly thinking over his proposition, but she didn't usually take such a lengthy amount of time replying to him-- At least, not when they weren't talking about serious things like their respective pasts and Team Rocket and the like. He wasn't doubting her, of course, it would have taken an immediate negative response to do that, and even then, he was sure Kay would have a reason for a response like that.
He did have to wonder what she was thinking about during all that time, though.
In the end, she didn't give him a negative response of any kind, not that he'd been expecting one, instead she gave him just the opposite, with a caring smile to match. He wasn't sure what she was about to tell him that she wasn't going to steal, but in the end it didn't matter too much to him - she'd given him an answer even better than the one he'd been hoping for, one he'd probably remember somewhere down the line when things got hard and he needed something to smile at.
... There was one thing that caught his attention that he, being a polite, well mannered young man and all, thought he should mention.
"Isn't it the boy that usually pays...?" he asked quietly, almost to himself-- Kay had given him a nod to leave and was already humming to herself and looking at all of the buildings. He'd barely had enough time to catch the bag as she handed it to him (had it dropped it, it would have been what he got for paying more attention to her and not to her; and he was fully aware of how little sense that made) as Kay...
... She wasn't--
Sure, she said she was, but she--
No, wait-- She was.
"Kay!?" Johan cried, nearly dropping the bag for the second time in as many minutes, looking around and seeing if there was a route more suitable or if he should just follow after her and-- Wait, she wasn't even up yet! "... Do you need a hand?"
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He did have to wonder what she was thinking about during all that time, though.
In the end, she didn't give him a negative response of any kind, not that he'd been expecting one, instead she gave him just the opposite, with a caring smile to match. He wasn't sure what she was about to tell him that she wasn't going to steal, but in the end it didn't matter too much to him - she'd given him an answer even better than the one he'd been hoping for, one he'd probably remember somewhere down the line when things got hard and he needed something to smile at.
... There was one thing that caught his attention that he, being a polite, well mannered young man and all, thought he should mention.
"Isn't it the boy that usually pays...?" he asked quietly, almost to himself-- Kay had given him a nod to leave and was already humming to herself and looking at all of the buildings. He'd barely had enough time to catch the bag as she handed it to him (had it dropped it, it would have been what he got for paying more attention to her and not to her; and he was fully aware of how little sense that made) as Kay...
... She wasn't--
Sure, she said she was, but she--
No, wait-- She was.
"Kay!?" Johan cried, nearly dropping the bag for the second time in as many minutes, looking around and seeing if there was a route more suitable or if he should just follow after her and-- Wait, she wasn't even up yet! "... Do you need a hand?"