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MAKE UP YOUR OWN CATCHY LYRICS

Who: Kay Faraday and Johan Andersen
Where: Azalea Town
When: Tuesday, August 3, late afternoon/evening-ish
Summary: Kay didn't want her first date to be with a Pokémon kidnapper. Johan is a good friend. Date GET.
Rating: G, most likely!
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Had anyone told Kay Faraday that she'd be going on her first date in a world not her own, she would have laughed.

... Or maybe she would have been intrigued first, and then she would have laughed. But at the moment, Kay wasn't laughing. She was instead waiting outside of Azalea's Pokémart, shoulders for once free of Pokémon after a long talk with them about staying in their balls this time. Just for a little while, she'd promised, and they were more than welcome to stick close to her for her eventual date with 777, but this wasn't him, it was Johan, and for Johan's sake, it was only going to be the two of them.

Plus, she didn't think a date with anyone would go well with a jealous Zubat trying to bite whatever he could reach.

With her limited knowledge of what one was supposed to do/look like on dates, Kay had done her best with the minimal resources she had. Namely, she'd let her hair down, had a minor moment of panic upon realizing that her only other outfit was something reminiscent of a burglar, and had been on the verge of convincing herself that this was Johan and he wouldn't care if she wore a sweatsuit and baseball cap until the inn's owner had taken pity on her and found her a dress to borrow (she missed her regular outfit already).

"Okay," she said aloud, sucking in a breath and doing her best not to fidget. So maybe this was a first date, but at least it was with a friend, and just because she'd never gotten any dating advice except "Not until you're thirty" from both her father and Uncle Badd, that didn't mean she couldn't pull this off! This was practice for a mission! "This'll be easy!"

Or so she hoped.

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Bonus points for him using raven and not crow, she thought absentmindedly, remembering how annoyed she'd been at Lang's nickname for her. It was no offense to Crow or Murkrow, but the symbol had always been a raven and there was a definite difference.

Kay only thought about it for a few seconds, too busy holding on to Johan's neck as he took off to dwell on it for any longer than that. She remained silent until she'd deemed it far and safe enough to drop the act and shift herself enough to look at him steadily. The thought occurred to laugh it off, or to change the subject entirely-- two tactics Kay had often employed when a topic was too serious for her. But she didn't do either of those things.

"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't go for the truth this time."

Johan was silent as he ran, the only sounds he made were breaths. His main focus, for now, was keeping a firm grip around Kay while he carried her away from their mob of fans. His thoughts, for the most part, were centered on that; keeping her steady, keeping her close, keeping them away from anyone and everyone who would get in their way. It was rather unlike him, but then, he'd been finding all kinds of things out about himself since he'd arrived in this world. Maybe he was just still upset.

He didn't answer Kay immediately, in fact, he didn't even look at her or so much as move to look like he'd heard her. He wasn't ignoring her, or even thinking about how to respond to her. He knew how he was going to respond her already, he was just... waiting. Waiting until they were in the right spot to do it. Waiting until he was sure he was ready.

After a few more moments, he spoke quietly.

"Just a little bit more. Then we can talk."

Kay hadn't been carried since she was a little girl, and the last time she'd been carried like this, it had been when Byrne had allowed her to stay up late (ten o'clock had been late for a ten-year-old) to finish watching a movie and he'd carried her to bed. That had been before everything had changed. She was older now, and for as many piggyback rides as she'd claimed from Johan (and Juudai), she was fine carrying her own height. Most days, she preferred it. But this... she didn't mind it. For that matter, she might have said she enjoyed it, being toted around so carefully, but that was something else to think about later.

There were a lot of things to think about later, and all because she'd gone and asked for a first date volunteer.

She sighed, not due to any sense of irritation or annoyance, but just as an acknowledgment. She'd let Johan have his say, whenever he chose to... well, say it.

He was almost there. He could feel it. They were past the outskirts of the town now, and he knew his directional abilities, at best, were rather... awful, but even so, something in Johan's gut told him soon he would be in the right spot. Soon he would have to stop. He gave Kay a glance as she sighed, nodding at her as she did, before looking back up and picking up the pace--

They were on the very edge of town now, only a couple of buildings still in sight, and the view of the sky was still as pristine as ever, if not moreso. This, Johan decided, would be the spot. With that in mind, he began slowling down, until before he knew it, he was gingerly letting Kay down back onto the ground.

"I..." Johan didn't feel awkward often. Was it because he had never been close enough to someone to? Was it because he had always had his Gem Beasts there, stopping him from even being able to in the first place...? Was it... their fault...? At that thought, he darkened for a moment, but it was gone as soon as it came, and in this light, it was possible it had been missed completely.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asked after a few more moments. She said she had been getting cold, and here he'd run through the whole town. ... Oddly enough, though, she'd felt very warm in his arms. Maybe because there wasn't a breeze there.

In this dress? was Kay's first thought, and a suspiciously prim and girly one at that, but she was already envisioning the inn owner's horror when she returned the dress with smudges. And roof bits. And dirt.

She was never going to take her regular outfit for granted ever again. Or wear something like this on another date. ... With 777, she reminded herself. That was the next one.

"I'm fine," she assured Johan, crossing her arms over her chest and nodding for emphasis. Sure, maybe the temperature had dropped a bit, but this felt like a California night so far. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Not that she even knew he was concerned about that, since sitting down was synonymous to her legs being tired to her, and Kay's energy level scarcely allowed that to happen. "Go on."

"It's... I'm sorry, I'm still trying to gather my thoughts, truthfully." Johan wasn't sure where to begin. Quite frankly, he wasn't entirely sure what had happened to begin with. One moment they'd been having fun, leading every nosy gossip in the town on for seemingly no reason whatsoever, other than to have a good time anyway, and then--

"Only if you let me remain in your heart, extending my wings to shelter you."

"I'll never let you be alone."

Why had that bothered him so much? Why had that had the... the effect it had had on him? Was it because he didn't think she could keep her word, like his family hadn't? Or... was it because he thought she would?

... He had so many questions, and not nearly as many answers. It was so-- So frustrating! He did have one answer though. He knew Kay, so he knew as long as she had the power to, she would be keeping her word. Just remembering those words though, they gave him a... clenching feeling somewhere. In his throat? His stomach? He couldn't tell.

It wasn't like he and Juudai had never said things like that. Sure, Juudai had never been in his arms, but Johan knew that had nothing to do with it. Johan suspected, if anything, it was because unlike Juudai... Kay wasn't from his home. Those ties, everything about it, those things he wanted to see if he was able to exist without-- She knew him, and then she really knew him, all without them. Maybe it, because of that... Felt more sincere? Or it was able to hit deeper, without eight monsters getting the brunt of it before it could reach him...?

... Still so many questions.

The more he thought about it, though, the weaker his resolve became, to the point where he felt like sitting down. Instead, he gave her a weak look, a defeated look, and finally managed to ask her something. "What you said... Did you mean that?"

"No," Kay replied immediately, because she had no intention of actually staring into his eyes long enough to drown herself in them; that just sounded awful, pretty as they were. They weren't her exact shade of green, but she couldn't place a certain color to them, and any attempts to figure them out would involve looking at his irises for far longer than was--

Wait. Her own eyes cleared and she looked at Johan with an "OH" expression so apparent she might as well have said it out loud. Now that she thought about it, he probably meant that one statement of hers that had stunned him so badly. That made sense. This logic stuff that Mr. Edgeworth used so often did have its uses, after all!

"The drowning," she added belatedly. "But you already knew that. If you mean the other part..."

What had she said, anyway? Kay had been intent on being as sappy as possible, but what she'd told him at the time, without the flowery words to disguise it... that one hadn't been anywhere as bad as her words before or after. She'd sensed that truth in what Johan had murmured right before she'd replied, and so she hadn't even thought about sounding sentimental. She'd just...

In contrast to Johan's tired look, Kay straightened and met his eyes without any hesitation or doubt. "I may be a thief," she informed him quietly, "but I'm an honest one. So..." There was just a fraction of hesitation now, more so that she could fully remember her wording, and then she spoke again. Not murmured lovingly, not while clinging to him, and there was no audience to fool.

"Let me remain in your heart, extending my wings to shelter you." And, still quiet but firm, because she wanted her friend to understand this if he understood nothing else, "I'll never let you be alone, Johan."

At the speed of her response, naturally, Johan faltered some. A lot, actually, but he was strong and he was, well, surprised too, which saved him from reacting too early. Even though he had asked, he really hadn't been expecting that, but he supposed he'd done his fair share of bridge burning since he'd known her; or at least, that one conversation they had had about his relationship with her had probably done enough, but still, had that really--

Then he caught another look, a sudden look of understanding, and Johan stopped himself from reacting too soon. A moment later, he couldn't help but quirk a small smile, and he might have even laughed had he been feeling like his usual self, but at least he understood now. She just meant the drowning. In all honesty, Johan had almost forgotten about that part given how he'd been so blown away by the other one.

The other one which, after a few more moments and a firm look from Kay, was again repeated to him. Once again, despite the fact it hadn't even been half an hour since he'd heard it the first time, there were all of the emotions again. Maybe because it was said that much more sincerely this time, or maybe because even without the emotion, it just meant so...

He took a sharp intake of breath, clenching and unclenching his fists, and as much as he wanted to say something, to do something, he had to look away, taking another deep breath as he did. He felt so... low all of a sudden, compared to her; her conviction. With all of his questions, here she was saying... No one else had ever...

What was wrong with him? He could feel himself shaking on the inside. They were just words, weren't they? Sure, words with a boatload of other things behind them, but... Still...!!

He wanted to say something. To tell her something, and as he slowly, tentatively looked back at her, unable to meet her eyes, he found that he couldn't find his voice. He couldn't even apologize for not being able to say something, and that was even worse. All he could do was look at her, still not directly at her, and hope she could get even a fragment of what he wanted to say, even though he himself only had a little idea as to what that was.

Okay, she thought as she watched him, maybe saying it again had been a bad idea. Maybe even getting sucked into a Let's Fool Azalea game had been a bad idea. Maybe, if she had to think back that far, making that video post about not wanting her first date to be with a total stranger and kidnapper had been a bad idea.

Maybe it had been, but Kay didn't believe in regrets. She'd genuinely had fun with Johan tonight, and even if things felt different than the way they usually felt when she was with him, she couldn't bring herself to dislike that, either.

If there was anything she was sorry about, it was for stealing the smile from his face. Not for being honest, because she'd never feel bad for the truth, but Kay knew firsthand how the truth could affect you. How it could light up previously darkened paths, but also how much it could hurt, so that sometimes you just wished you'd never learned it at all. But was it hurting him? She couldn't quite decipher the look he was giving her, and he wasn't even looking at her, not entirely.

Well, fine. If he wasn't going to talk, she would. Her eyes weren't hiding anything, anyway.

"I'll say it as many times as I have to," she told him. "But if telling you the truth means you're going to look over my head, then I'll just... uh." A pause, and then triumphantly, "I'll stand on my toes!"

Some things never changed.

Even with all of what had happened, if Johan were to be asked, he would still say that this had been a good idea. He had had fun with her, he'd enjoyed seeing the sights with her, and up until that odd moment that had spun things a tad out of orbit, he'd even been having fun tricking the townspeople. Furthermore, he would have added, he HAD wanted to find out more things. He just wouldn't have thought something like this would have happened was all.

Right now, though, good ideas and bad ideas weren't really the kinds of things going through his mind. Instead, he was trying to bring himself to look at her, especially with her declaration of standing on her toes which, finally, got him to crack the smallest grin and look her in the eyes.

"Sorry," he said at long last, and though it wasn't as much of an apology as he would have liked (he did have the rest of the date, assuming it wasn't over now, to make it up to her) but it was certainly a start, that was for sure. He swallowed, and after a moment, his voice firmer now, he spoke again, repeating his apology. "Sorry for this."

With that, he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. It was kind of curious, to be touching it directly instead of through her usual outfit, and especially not through her muffler, but that was something to ponder at a much later time, when he wasn't looking her in the eye trying to explain himself.

"I can't... I can't remember when anyone--" Johan stopped quickly, a different look taking over, and then he shook his head and resumed, correcting himself. "I can't remember when anyone human ever said anything like that to me with such... honesty, and earnesty. I just... I don't know what it means. I mean, Juudai and I have been through a lot, and I never up and had to run away when I was with him, but..."

Johan frowned. He wasn't doing a very good at explaining himself after all, was he?

After a moment of silence, he put his other hand to his chest and looked down.

"You... Really are a great friend to me, Kay. I don't think I've ever had one like you, before." That was important. He couldn't keep saying people were like Juudai or weren't, and Kay certainly wasn't like Juudai, because no one was like Juudai but Juudai, and no one was like Kay but Kay. And through her words--

And it clicked. His eyes widened in surprise, the clenched feeling went away and, in its place, came warmth. With that in mind, he put his hand on Kay's other shoulder and, after all of this, actually smiled at her.

"I get it now, Kay. I think I really get it now!" And he couldn't help but laugh. He almost felt like crying even. In fact, he'd hug her if he hadn't been doing close to that just a few moments ago. "I... I do care about you for more than just our partners, Kay! A lot more! And I realize that now, I just-- I didn't understand, I've never had this kind of thing before, and it was so--"

And then... Oh, the heck with it.

Johan, grinning like a fool, pulled her over and gave her a hug.

Kay stilled under his hand, rather fascinated by the changing of Johan's expressions as he struggled to get out what he wanted to say. It was like the facial equivalent of a light show! She suppressed a smile at that, made easier when he added his other palm and she relaxed a little under that warmth.

Johan had once said that she was like Juudai, but different, something Kay hadn't been too sure that she liked. He hadn't been able to explain it, then, and throughout it all, she'd been worried that their friendship's basis was all due to their Pokémon. And she hadn't wanted that at all.

So when he finally said it, and said it joyously without Kay having needed to steer him in that direction at all (not that she would have), she almost felt like crying. He cared, and it wasn't through spirits or their partners or Kay's ties to a vigilante thief, it was because he was Johan and she was Kay, and a promise to watch each other's backs had been renewed.

It took a minute or two for her to work out what had just taken place, but then her arms went around his neck and she buried her face in his shoulder and just-- held on. If nothing else, this date had helped them both. Not exactly for the sake of practice, but it had done so much more.

"Feeling's mutual," she mumbled, trembling slightly with the effort to not let her emotions get the better of her. "I can't steal that."

Johan wasn't so sure about that, but he knew for sure that this outing of theirs had definitely been for the better. Meeting Kay had been for the better, quite frankly, and that wasn't going to change, no matter what ever happened in the future.

At Kay hugging him back, Johan let himself close his eyes and smile for a moment. He definitely was right now, and there were going to be no more doubts about Kay. Of that much, he was sure. It seemed he was suddenly becoming sure of a lot of things, as it happened, and he didn't mind at all.

"Actually," he mused quietly, finding himself starting to tremble just a little bit. As long as he had her there, though, he knew he would be okay-- That everything would be okay. Tipping his head slightly, pressing it against hers, he grinned a little and continued. "If you ever want to, I won't mind getting stolen if you're the thief behind it all."

She'd been doing so well, too, but that one little comment of his had the additional effect of that rush of heat returning to her cheeks. Luckily, she was able to dispel it fairly rapidly, thanks in part to reminiscing about the "fight" she'd staged with Juudai over who was stealing whom. It was simple enough to joke with a friend, even if there were some problematic feelings simmering underneath it all that she wasn't sure what to make of just yet.

Kay shivered involuntarily, unable to comprehend whether that was due to that weird feeling in her chest or if the temperature had dropped at all. She didn't move away from Johan, though, and grinned impishly up at him after the chill passed. He'd as good as volunteered himself, something she could tease Juudai about later if it ever came up. "Johan get!"

"Johan get?" he repeated after a moment, as if he was testing out how the words sounded out of his own lips. Not that him doing that to himself made much sense, but then, not a lot of what had transpired tonight would make much sense to most other people anyway. That was kind of nice, in a way. A night only they would understand.

He chuckled a little at her boldness, having no idea what was going through her mind at the moment, and even nodded. He hadn't been lying when he said that, oddly enough, even though him and being possessed (literally and otherwise) by others was always a soft subject.

"So long as you don't go stuffing me in any balls--" Johan pulled back just a little, just enough so he could look her in the eye and grin properly at her. "Yeah, I don't mind being yours then."

Kay had seen romance movies. She knew all the pick-up lines, all the pet names, all the softly murmured terms of endearment, and she prided herself on being immune to the ones that occasionally came her way from people she didn't know all that well-- or at all. But she knew Johan, and it was because she knew Johan and had seen him as the typical dense guy when it came to things like... this, that she was once again caught off-guard. And this time, she couldn't clamp down on the blush in time.

In her defense, this was new territory. Kay had never heard something like that from anybody, since most reactions to thieving were indignant and irate, and here Johan had turned it on its head and she-- wasn't sure how to respond, except by being as lighthearted about it as she was about everything else.

"I like to give my stolen stuff breathing room," she said solemnly, praying heartily that the darkness would be enough to cover the redness of her cheeks and knowing it most likely wouldn't. So, in the hopes that there was no way he could fluster her any further, she gestured back at the town they'd more or less just left. "... Did you want to go back or stay out here, anyway?"

Honestly, Johan hadn't really meant to fluster her - he wasn't even aware of the reaction he'd gotten out of her. He had already agreed to be her partner, in more ways than one, tonight after all, and he found himself fine with the concept of "being Kay's", as unusual as it sounded. But then, he'd never known a thief before, and even if it had, they still wouldn't have been Kay, so he supposed this kind of thing came with the territory. He'd even be fine with it if she wasn't a thief, really. He trusted her more than--

... This was probably where Amber Mammoth would have hit him with his trunk for being weird, so Johan had to make do with a mental version of the feeling.

Now, what Johan was aware of was the fact that she was looking... flushed? Red? That, combined with the fact that she was there in that dress and her hair was down... Johan knew what the word was, but he couldn't bring himself to think it. In fact, he couldn't even bring himself to comment on that particular thing he'd noticed out loud, so instead he stored that picture, the image of her before she'd looked away, away in his mind and pondered her question for a moment, as well as the feeling of it as well.

"I don't mind," he told her, in response to her first comment, and that was the truth. After all, they'd been in close quarters from nearly day one, having to huddle together for warmth under the rain and all; he really didn't mind Kay being close. He tilted his head slightly and glanced in the direction Kay turned, before looking back at her. Deciding, since she'd gone and asked and all, he would bring up her face; albeit not in the way he had initially thought about it. He still wasn't sure what to make of that. "... Are you getting cold? You're starting to get red."

If she had been any older than seventeen and any less of a chipper and perky and relatively innocent girl, Kay might have mentally cursed. As it was, she could only be grateful that he didn't know the real reason behind her flush - nor did she know entirely, if she had to be honest - and didn't take much time to run through her options before she selected the easiest one.

"A little." She smiled at Johan crookedly and tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear. "I guess I'm still not too used to the weather here, but it's only a matter of time before I conquer it, and then I'll never freeze again!"

Sure, she was honest, but there were times when one just had to lie through one's teeth, and this was one such time. It wasn't exactly a lie, anyway. She was shivering on occasion, whenever a brief gust came by, because this dress wasn't the most wind-resistant. It probably wasn't designed to be, but this was a one-time occasion. Kay could put up with it and, frankly, she liked looking... pretty, every once in awhile. She couldn't say that she did, but Johan had called it cute, so that was good enough.

"Never?" Johan laughed at that. He had no idea that that wasn't the entire truth, though it wasn't as if he had any reason to suspect her of anything anyway. Instead, he just laughed at her determination. She seemed plenty fired up to him, but he wouldn't comment on that if she really was getting cold. "Maybe I'll take you back to my school someday then. It's really cold there!"

Johan, having never seen a romance movie and having little knowledge on the subject, might have been innocent. But he did, for better or for worse, try to know a little about dates, for Kay's sake, if anything, so perhaps he wasn't completely innocent - even moreso given that he was about to tell a little almost lie of his own - but all the same, there were only good intentions behind his next move.

"Anyway..." With that, Johan stepped back and slipped an arm around Kay's shoulders, giving her a grin of sorts as he did. It wasn't the only reason he had done it, but-- "We can head back now. Mind if I keep you warm on the way?"

Was that supposed to be incentive? Enduring stormy weather had been hard enough (and it was lucky that neither of them had been afraid to invade personal space back when they'd just begun to know each other), but at the thought of an entire location of freezing temperatures, Kay very nearly blanched. Her next shiver wasn't a false one. But she had to admit, the prospect of seeing Johan's school was one that piqued her interest. It was just too bad that such a thing would likely never happen, being that they were from different worlds-- and probably different times, at that. With that came the reminder that Johan wasn't always going to be there, and Kay was dismayed to realize that thinking like that hurt.

She did her best to put it out of her mind for the time being, casting a glance at her friend when she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders, and responded with a wider smile. Chances were this was just Johan being his usual considerate self, but she'd never been uncomfortable with his brand of affection. The blush had faded just slightly, and she gave it no mind, having since decided to just bear with it and instead moving a little closer to Johan's side. He made an excellent wind shield.

"You'd better be prepared to do this when I drop by to see your school," she remarked, mock-sternly. "Unless you've got spare parkas. Three of them."

At her shiver, Johan reminded himself that, as much as he liked to joke about it, Kay really wasn't used to the cold and apparently she wasn't a fan. A fact he'd suspected and now confirmed, and at the feel of it against her, he pulled her a little closer and gave her shoulder a comforting rub. Though it hadn't been his original intention, he could still do his best to warm her up, right?

"Hehe, is that so?" He pretended to look thoughtful, tipping his head up towards the sky as if he was remembering something. He waited like that for a few moments, with a mmmmm and hmmmmm as he "thought", until finally he glanced back at her with the most innocent, blank look he could muster. "The thing is, I don't think I have any spares..."

Oh sure, he had it easy. He had a Dratini that acted as a gigantic scarf and, while Kay had her muffler and a Murkrow to keep her from succumbing to the occasional cold spell, she would still never get as used to the cold as Johan was. She'd had that problem when she wound up with that fever and spent the majority of the day in bed with both Byrne and Windy snuggled up close to quell her shivering fit.

She raised an eyebrow at Johan now as they walked along, and did her best not to break into a laugh. She recognized his playful moods, and his attempts to be subtle and innocuous were always a source of hilarity for her. It was cute, if she had to put a label on it. She was able to curb her amusement this time, though, out of fear that he'd move his arm if she did. It was warm, and comfy, and she rather liked it where it was. "So does that mean I'll just have to steal yours?" came the retort, and her eyes were just as wide and innocent as his were.

Johan really did hope she'd get to see his school someday, or something like it. Perhaps it was just because he'd grown so accustomed to it, or perhaps because he just had always had an affinity for things like crystals and the like (so seeing enormous ones made of snow and ice on a regular basis was just amazing), but he really did love his school's surroundings, no matter how harsh they could be, and he did think that Kay would at least like to see them.

... But that was really neither here nor there, at least not right now. Instead, he simply looked at Kay, still keeping himself looking innocent, but now came a smile because, really, what else could he say to this after the words they'd exchanged earlier? "I don't know. Why would you need to do that when you've got me?"

Because you are nowhere near as warm and fuzzy as a parka, was what she almost said, but Kay didn't think that would fly. It would only be half-true anyway, since she'd learned months ago and reaffirming now that Johan was indubitably a suitable source of warmth. There were just complications with wearing a boy like a jacket, but instead of blushing at the implications, Kay found herself succumbing to the urge to laugh. The mental images were just too funny!

But it was true, what he'd said. After everything that had happened tonight, Kay could say without hesitation that she had Johan. As a partner, as a friend, as a leg of the Yatagarasu, as a date (for tonight), and (most recently) as a heater. A heater that engaged in lively conversations, no less! Everyone else would be jealous.

"You're right," she admitted, after she'd stopped chuckling. "I've got you, so..." And she turned herself and wrapped her arms around his torso, slowing their walking speed in the process, but she didn't really care. There was never a bad time to hug a friend, and especially when they said things like that. "I'll be stealing your parka and you for double the warmth, so get your practice in now! I mean, what kind of Great Thief catches a cold?"

A pause.

"... Just so you know, that one time in the rain totally doesn't count."

Johan smiled broadly as Kay began to laugh. Now that was the Kay he knew! Of course, he might not have been smiling had he known that Kay was imagining him being turned into a Johan jacket of some kind, but for all he knew, he might have laughed at the mental image as well. Once he'd gotten used to the idea of him being worn, anyway.

He didn't really mind that they would be slowing down a little, really, the only thing that would have made him mind was if she would be cold, but given that it was her who instigated it, he supposed that that was a moot point. He did have to grin at what she said, though. So she was after him and his clothes now too, huh? Just where was she going to stop?

"Double warmth, is it?" he mused after a chuckle or two of his own, adjusting his arm to Kay's new position around him, looking down at her as they walked. "Hehehe, well, I'll be sure to get in all the practice I can get then! But you'd better be prepared, Kay, that means I'll need you for that too!"

At that, he really did almost laugh. And, continuing on the theme of him being used...

"Sorry, but I don't know how to turn into an umbrella."

"I figured," Kay said wryly, and her grin (more of an amused smirk) went unseen. "It's not going to do me much good if you practice with some other beautiful girl thief, after all." She didn't think there were too many of them around, anyway, and certainly none quite like her. Which suited her fine; she liked being unique. And the thought of Johan doing this to some other girl oddly bothered her, but not enough for her to waste minutes pondering on what that actually meant.

Johan's next comment drove those thoughts from her mind, and once again, her laugh rang out. Forget him as a jacket, Johan trying to be an umbrella tickled her even more. "You're not big enough," she gasped out between her laughter. "And I definitely wouldn't be able to hold you over my head! J-just stay Johan, okay?"

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