route_1065 | We are anything but unremarkable

Who: Johan and Kay
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Thursday, September 30
Summary: Revenge of the Date.
Rating: PG-13, but since it's these two, who even knows if it'll get that high.
Log:

It was cold, and she was without her muffler, because Kay was now certain that one didn't wear mufflers on dates. And this wasn't a practice date, according to Johan-- which was something she'd been trying to understand ever since he'd asked her. Sure, they'd had fun on the first one, but that had been practice for 777 (and she was beginning to wonder if that would even happen), so what was this for?

Kay didn't know, but she didn't make a habit of dwelling on things that she didn't need to dwell on, and she wasn't about to start now. Fun with her friend was fun with her friend, and if fun meant letting her hair down (as Kaito had recommended) and actually finding a decent non-white dress (she'd learned) and potentially freezing, then she'd do it! This was but a minor trial of adversity!

... No, Kay, it was a date, not a challenge. She could picture Mr. Edgeworth shaking his head at his assistant's competitive mindset already.

Once again she stood outside, though the urge to return inside where it was at least twenty degrees warmer was growing stronger by the moment. Maybe she should have at least grabbed a jacket... not that this was going to bother Johan, having attended school in Glacier Central (darn him).

"Round Two, huh?" she muttered to herself, and stretched up on her toes. "This should be fun!"

And she meant it.

Leaving her man-hating Crobat behind in the inn would probably be of some help, too.

Threaded | Flat

Johan really had to wonder if Kay had been on to something - this was the second time in a row that he'd been offered clothes and to be dressed up by a Nurse Joy, but... This time Johan chose to decline. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea, given when he (finally) found himself in the clothing store the day before he was relatively clueless. Luckily, the clerk was more than willing to give him a hand to help him find the navy outfit he wore now as he approached the outside of the inn, lazily stretching his arms behind his hair, which he had... attempted to tame this morning. Failed, for the most part, but he got an A for effort.

Ahead of him, he caught sight of a girl, and he blinked a few times. First, he caught notice of her hair, down from its usual ponytail and splayed out behind her. It was nice, not that it wasn't normally nice, but it was... Hm. If Johan had to put it into words, it was like dueling someone you dueled all the time and finding out they'd snuck a brand new, super powerful card in their deck just to surprise you with.

... Or something like that.

The next thing he noticed was her change of clothes (was that like sneaking in an super special field spell? ... maybe he should stop this analogy before it got to far) that, truth be told, made her look... really different. In a lot of ways, anyway. Not... bad ways, by any means, because Johan certainly find himself thinking anything bad about that - just the opposite, in fact - but it being different from the usual glove wearing, "Look at me and my attitude!" outfit that she normally wore. ... Not that that was bad either, it was just more... familiar, maybe?

... He was confusing himself again, wasn't he?

As he felt his hair move in the wind, he crossed his arms and tilted his head, idly wondering if she was cold, the main point of appoaching her, as any normal person would have done a good two minutes ago, temporarily forgotten.

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