*Kaoru continues to inspect the posters and quickly deduces their purpose. Her attention is then drawn to the thing at the side, an apparent time-filler in which people try and usually fail to obtain cheap toys and candy prizes by controlling a metal contraption with a joystick. Observing the lineup for a while, she notices a pattern in which the claw moves differently and allows a bigger win every couple of tries.
When John gets back to Kaoru, she's used her predictions of the queue to get herself at the front of the line when the claw machine actually lets people win. She is now the proud owner of a colossal plush bird half her size.
[The movie is pretty typical action fare. Normally, John would be riveted to the screen, but his mind keeps wandering. What would she do if he tried to hold her hand? Or maybe stretched and put his arm around her? Guys do that in romantic comedies all the time. Or is that too forward? No, the hand holding is probably safer. But this is a first date, so is even that too much? What would Dave do?
Nah, if he were that cool, she'd probably be holding his hand already. Forget it, just go for it. Worry about things later, that's always worked before. He reaches his hand out very tentatively, gets it almost to the armrest and... abort! abort! He hastily pulls it away. Yeah, he is the smoothest.]
*Kaoru's too busy trying to figure out what's going on and why the man with the gun cares so much about what happens to his family that he's going to go into the jungle and fight the people threatening them. Was that what people normally did? Would she do that for anyone?
Why was she entertaining the thought that she would?*
Tch.
*Oh, hey, John is acting strangely. She's going to tilt her head at him.* What are you doing?
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R- right! What movie did you want to see? The posters are on the wall there, if you need help choosing one.
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...You wanted me to see something, so what do you want to see?
*Strangely enough, she seems okay with taking his opinion into account.*
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[The poster is clearly advertising an over the top action flick that is likely to be of dubious quality. John will love it.]
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[He's excited. So far his first actual date ever is going really well.]
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*Kaoru continues to inspect the posters and quickly deduces their purpose. Her attention is then drawn to the thing at the side, an apparent time-filler in which people try and usually fail to obtain cheap toys and candy prizes by controlling a metal contraption with a joystick. Observing the lineup for a while, she notices a pattern in which the claw moves differently and allows a bigger win every couple of tries.
When John gets back to Kaoru, she's used her predictions of the queue to get herself at the front of the line when the claw machine actually lets people win. She is now the proud owner of a colossal plush bird half her size.
B|*
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[Well, he's impressed.]
Where did you get that?
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[Hmm, it's usually the guy who is supposed to win things for the girl. But on the other hand, it is totally sweet.]
Can I really have it? Thanks!
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*This appears to be, and anyone who is asked will agree that it must be, the first time Kaoru has smiled since coming to Prospero.*
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You have such a pretty smile....
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[His brain is just stumbling all over itself, so have some rambling.]
Not that you're not always pretty. You totally are! Just.... I like your smile... a lot....
I'm.... I'm gonna shut up now.
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[In the interests of saying a few less stupid things in the near future, lets call in a distraction.]
Umm, the movie's gonna start soon.
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Uh, yeah. Just give the tickets to him, and he'll tell us which theater it is.
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*And so they get the completely vacated front row! There's probably even going to be a seat for the bird once everyone's in.*
John is such a dork....
Nah, if he were that cool, she'd probably be holding his hand already. Forget it, just go for it. Worry about things later, that's always worked before. He reaches his hand out very tentatively, gets it almost to the armrest and... abort! abort! He hastily pulls it away. Yeah, he is the smoothest.]
hahahahahahahahahaha
Why was she entertaining the thought that she would?*
Tch.
*Oh, hey, John is acting strangely. She's going to tilt her head at him.* What are you doing?
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[Oh God, she saw. Someone behind them shooshes him and he quiets down.]
S- sorry....
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