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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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"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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