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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!
Log:

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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This was different. Was it wrong? He didn't know. Right and wrong had always been... mostly clear to Johan, but he'd been aware of the shades in-between from a young age. Was this one of those situations? Was that why, despite how much he wanted to keep things like how they were right now, things felt wrong? ... What was wrong about it anyway? They were just sitting here hugging, holding each other, weren't they? This was okay, wasn't-- No, no questions. This was okay. This was okay.

... Then why had she given him that look? True, he was going through similar emotions himself, but that look-- Even if Johan hadn't been feeling these peculiar feelings tonight, that look still would have felt like getting shot in the chest. And thanks to all of those duels in the other world, Johan actually had a pretty good idea of what getting shot in the stomach felt like.

And right now, he found he preferred the real thing over this new feeling.

He wasn't sure what Kay thought they should do, though he had two pretty good ideas, ideas two parts of him agreed with, but he couldn't help himself. His own mind, conflicted, was ultimately silenced as Kay let herself be drawn into his arms. He pulled her closer, as close as he possibly could, as if he were trying to squeeze out all the confusion and pain he'd just seen on her face and keep her there so he could keep it away from her, and then keep her there some more.

New. It hadn't been the first time Kay thought it, not tonight, but this time it rang with a clarity that finally pulled some understanding into her muddled mess of thoughts. It wasn't the first time, and this wasn't the first time she'd been close to Johan, but sometimes it had been for necessity, most of the time it had been friendly gestures, an affirming touch, cheerful and playful hugs and taps and nudges. When she'd been with him, or any of the others - Crow and Juudai, mainly - she'd always felt that they'd viewed her as one of them. Maybe she was a girl, but she was a different brand of girl, one who could run with the boys just as well. Kay didn't mind this, having entertained amusing thoughts such as that Mr. Edgeworth had more feminine qualities than she did on occasion. He certainly liked frills and fancy clothes better. She was used to what they'd had, and what she had now with her friends.

But Johan wasn't holding her like a friend would have. And she didn't feel the way she normally did when hugs were involved. Sticking close to him during the storm had never made her heart beat like this, or make her dizzy, and there hadn't been a single puzzling thing about it. Was this really all to blame on this being a date, or was there something else behind it? If she would have felt this way with anyone else, she was starting to regret accepting 777's offer, but something told her there was more to it than that.

"It's okay." She wasn't sure if she was saying it to Johan, or to herself, but Kay lowered her head, hair falling into her eyes, and repeated it firmly. Her voice was quiet as she leaned closer. "It's okay. For a little while longer..." Let's stay like this.

Things would go back to normal by tomorrow. She was sure of it.

Like a drop of water in a still lake suddenly making ripple after ripple, the "okay" out of her mouth, intended for Johan or not, had a very similar effect. Though he was still confused, and those original feelings were still there, still ever present in the forefront of his mind as he held her, the ones questioning him, questioning this (Is it wrong? Should they have gone back right away? Should he have never picked her up in the first place?) began to dissipate one by one. That was one thing taken care of, at least.

It being okay still didn't explain anything. Why did he want to keep her there in the first place? Why did he feel like this now that she was there? This blurry, fuzzy, dizzying feeling... Logically, when experiencing something like that, you would want it to stop, wouldn't you? Yet Johan felt the exact opposite. But... Why had he never felt like this before? They'd been in close quarters before, but he'd never paid attention to things like the strands of her hair or the feel of her breath or--

His breath nearly caught in his throat again, and he swallowed, hoping it would allow him the gift of air once more. He knew he hadn't felt like this before, and most definitely not with Kay. Would it be like this for forever? ... Did it really matter? That would be something he - they - would deal with with the time came.

For now, Kay's voice had finally made some sense. At least, what little sense there was to be made of this situation, if that sense even made sense in the first place. In any case, Johan wasn't about to do anything other than obey it, obey his newfound instincts, and lower his head and place it on top of hers. Just for a little while, it would be okay. They could stay like this, in their own private world, without question or confusion, and it would be okay.

It would be okay.

For her part, Kay had finally silenced all the doubts in her mind. Not indefinitely, but she wasn't going to allow them to plague her until she had the leisure to sit and think about them in greater detail-- and she'd be by herself when that happened. But she didn't want to think about them now, or think about what had to be done or what was going to happen. She was a girl who loved the present, who lived in it with as much enthusiasm as she could muster (which was an impressive amount), but she'd dealt with the past before she arrived, and now it was the uncertainty of the future that was bothering her. Even if it was just for tonight, she grounded herself in the present and didn't permit herself to think of anything else.

Except maybe that Johan was warm, and the weight of his head against hers was a pleasant one, and that she fit rather neatly and comfortably in his arms. None of this was anything she'd say out loud, but she acknowledged it without any sense of denial and relaxed completely against him. Even if it was for a little while, and they'd definitely go back to the dorky duo that they were, she enjoyed this newfound aspect too.

And with that, Kay closed her eyes once more, breathed in, and just let herself be held for as long as Johan wanted to. It had been a good night.

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