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crona

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[note: this is soul with char borrowing this journal. not the default player.]

Oh well. That went. Okay it went horribly but THINGS COULD BE WORSE.

So Soul walks, maybe limps, but he's fine, all in all, and he's still excited-- that took the edge off of most of it, actually-- about Crona. So, of course, the best thing to do is, next day, when school's closing and the floods of students are going out, to hang back, send Maka to her studying, and wait up for Crona.

When he sees her, he figures... he'll go ahead and grab her hand, just being comforting, then pass a smile, confident and cocky as ever. Anything was worth bearing for this, after all.

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Crona doesn't know exactly where Soul will be coming from, or what state he'll be in. All she knows is that he had detention with Stein, and that's going to warrant some attention. W-what kind, she's not exactly sure, but she'll find out. Worrying in the meantime!

She knows where he is, she's heading for there right now. He's planning on being comforting, she's planning on playing nurse, first aid kit in hand. She won't be very good at it, but, um, its the thought that counts... right?

Very first thing when she seems him: she is very relieved he is not blue. ~~Who knew about Stein tendancies!~~ "S-soul," she says, her voice unsure. ""H-h-hi."

"Hey, Crona." He smiles, assuringly, "You doing all right?" He watches her a moment, tilting his head before scratching his chin, then yawning.

"You don't uh, have to worry about. Stuff. I'm good now." He thinks he's good now, anyway. That couuuld be up in the air, but for now, he was fine. "Nobody made fun of you after, did you?" He asks, a little concerned.

After all, it was kinda his fault they both got in trouble. He could only do so much.

"I am not sure you're good," Crona says, tilting her head a little. "You're limping."

As for the query about teasing, she shrugs. "A few asked questions, but Maka made them go away. The worst was her grilling me."

She doesn't look like she felt that experience had been horrible at all.

"Ahaa, it'll, ah, it'll be fine." He laughs it off, rubbing the back of his head. "I've been in worse condition." Though, honestly, he'd rather fight a roomful of witches than do that again, but then again, he'd fight ten roomfuls of witches for Crona, so it's a moot point. Now the question being where did roomfuls of witches stop being preferable to Stein and that's... he's not gonna think about it.

"So... Maka took it well? Or whatever..." He gives a nod, closing his eyes. "If anyone messes with you, tell me, okay? I'll mess them right back." He knows Crona's capable of taking care of herself, but that darn pesky protective instinct!

He's relaxed, at the very least.

"I-I... am n-n-not sure," Crona says, fiddling with her fingers, unable to suppress her old stutter in this particular moment. "S-he said she w-w-o-ould have t-to talk to you -wwhen you got home."

....how ominous, really.

But she smiles, then, at what Soul says, and she's calmer again. What power he has. "Thank you," she says, and she looks like she wants to do more than smile at his offer, but she has no idea what it would be.

He looks at her a minute, frowns a second more, then puts out his hand, offering it to her. Couples do this thing, right?

"Did she now..." he starts, putting a hand to the back of his head. And holy lord was he screwed when he went to talk to Makaaaaa. At least it wasn't Stein, but then again, Stein didn't know about this. Aaand apparently Maka did. So. Ahahhahah. Screwed, have we inlaid it enough?

"You're welcome."

Crona stares at his hand for a moment, unsure of what she's supposed to do. She realizes, then, and takes his hand in hers. She feels all tingly all over suddenly, and almost doesn't hear what he sys.

"She'll be nice! S-she has to be... r-r-right?"

...

"Uh, well. We'll get along regardless," he laughs, and blushes just a little when she takes his hand. Weird weird weird weird but at least this was. Something.

"Don't worry about that either. All right?" He gives a comforting squeeze, not too hard at all, lingering and strong.

"Um," Crona says. It's the kind of 'um' that means she''ll try, but it's also the kind that means she may fail until she sees the proof. She cares about them both deeply, and would never want to separate them!
"Are we sure we want to stay here all day?" she asks, finally, and forces some sort of smile. "Unless I am going to fix your ankle..."

"Where do you wanna go? I have the afternoon free, I think, so long as we're not gone too late. You hungry?" He tilts his head, looking at her before he takes a couple steps. Not so bad, not bad at all.

Maka can be handled. He figures she's seen and felt enough about it anyway, so explaining will just be difficult. He'll try, for all their sakes, his, Crona's, and Maka's.

"I-I don't know," Crona says. "S-somewhere not... c-crowded."

She hates crowds, they make her nervous. Well. A lot of things make her nervous, but she does not want to be nervous right now... more than she has to be.

"All right. I can do that." He grins, nodding at her. Confident, for her sake. Gutsy, for her sake. "Come with me."

He leads her, not tugging, but a slow, easy pace towards some of the smaller shops in town, away from the more crowded streets. He locates a cafe, something with seats on the cobblestone streets, but not altogether too displayed. Comfortable, if sweet and appropriate.

"You think this place would work? We could sit out in the daylight when we eat."

Crona assesses it carefully, taking a minute or so, before nodding and smiling. Really, he could have spent awhile just standing there and holding her hand hand and she would have been perfectly content. Anything else... is just even more of a gift.

"Th-thank you," she says, and smiles briefly, holding onto his hand more tightly.

He squeezes back, and for once, the contact is comfortable. It's not like being around other people, because it's her and him and just them and not anyone else. It's hard to get someone to understand their situation anyway, you know? Some sort of unity.

"No problem," he laughs, giving a nod. "Shall we, then?" He asks, in his best, polite voice, with a half bow and a gesture to the nearest table.

Crona almost giggles at his politeness, but she stifles it. It's quite cute, but she's not sure how he takes to that word yet, so - she keeps it to herself, hmm?

"'Kay," she says, that quiet voice of hers almost calm for once, and takes a seat at that table.

It's a not really sorta kinda first date, okay, so he's got a bit of trouble! He digs in his pocket to check-- yep, got the wallet-- before he glances over at her with a smile, resting his hand on the table.

A waiter comes for their drink orders, and he just gets a soda. It's more about spending time with her than what he's chowing down on, anyway.

Crona orders the same, as she never quite minds whatever goes into her body. But it's after this order that she realizes exactly what she's gotten herself into. It''s easy to follow the logic pattern:

>Would you like to date
>Yes
>Would you like to go somewhere
>Okay

......

She flushes deeply and covers her face, a sudden squeak coming out before she can stop it.

Ohgod ohgod what D:

Has he done something wrong? Did she get something funny? He worries, first and foremost, and forgets, when you hear hoofbeats, think horse, not zebra.

Thinkin' zebra right now.

"Crona?"

"W-we're -- "

She trails off, unable to put the concept into words for just a moment. " - o-on a-a date!"

...and it hasn't killed her, yet!

"Haha, uh, yeah, I guess.. I guess we are. Zat okay, Crona?" he asks, with a light smile. His plan had been foiled! Sort of, but she's still okay with it, so it's all cool.

"I like spendin' time with you."

She does not really understand why he would, but she's not going to question it. The moment you question something is the moment it starts to go away. "I like s-spending time w-with you, too."

Her voice is quiet and hesitant, but completely honest, in a way she can never bring herself to be around most.

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