Sota smiled, looked into Kairi's eyes, and blushed a little, "*ahem*...," he said, looking down the street, "Shall we head get back on course before anything else happens? Anything negative, that is?" He scratched the back of his head with one hand, while reaching for Kairi's hand with the other.
"Be that as it may," Sota stopped walking, and wrapped his arms around Kairi, smiling, "I like this version of you: The confident, fun, trouble-making version that has appeared as a result of my getting to know you better..." He leaned towards her, and kissed her forehead, "I like it a lot."
Sota stopped running after making another turn, "Well, there wasn't anything breakable. Let's go with that." He put an arm around Kairi's shoulders, squeezed slightly, and laughed, "Seriously, the more I get to know you, the more fun you are! This is a huge difference from the quiet, timid girl I first met."
Sota looked back as they ran, "I'm just glad there wasn't anything valuable in those crates," He looked Kairi, smiling, "You've got a bit of a mischievious side, doncha?" He laughed as they made another turn.
Sota saw them, "It looks like they haven't seen us yet, though," The group then reacted in surprise when they saw Kairi and Sota holding hands. Sota shut his eyes for a quick second, "D'oh! So much for that!" He looked around, and saw a street on their right, "I think it's time for a quick detour!" He led Kairi down the street, the fan club trying to go after them.
Sota nodded his head to the side for a second, "You won't hear any complaints from me about it," He smiled as Kairi played with his fingers, "The diner's a couple of blocks from here."
Sota smiled as he stood up, watching Kairi, "Oh, you just made this more fun!" he laughed while walking with her outside the tram car. He reached, and gently held her hand as they left.
"Who knows?" said Sota, making a goofy shrug while looking up, "Could be later...could be the next day, or possibly even next week...just not now." He smiled and winked at Kairi, then hugged her tighter for a second. The tram car made of few beeping noises, then came to a complete stop. The doors opened for everyone to leave.
Sota grinned, "Oh, I won't do it now on this car, nor do I mind you being sarcastic," he gently brushed a little of Kairi's hair off her face, "I'm just saying, if you want to play, I'll play back." Sota's smile got a little bigger. He looked deep into Kairi's eyes.
Sota raised an eyebrow at Kairi's sarcasm, then hugged Kairi as she leaned on him, smiling while shaking his head slightly, "You know, if you keep this up, I'll be forced to retaliate by way of tickeling."
Sota laughed at Kairi's response, and nodded a little, "...well, okay...I guess I can work with that," He looked into Kairi's eyes, and kissed her cheek, "Thanks. You're the best, Kairi."
So this pirate walks into a bar. He's carrying with him a steering wheel from the helm of a ship. The bartender asks, "You have to carry that?" The pirate replies, "Yarr, tis driving me nuts!"
"Wow..." said Sota, shaking his head, "...I don't know what to say about that." Sota looked towards the ground a little.
"Really?" Sota asked, surprised, "Is an arrest record an 'impressive' signal to him?"
Sota sighed, and shook his head, "Your dad sounds like he was a real piece of work," Sota thought for a second, staring off into space, then made a face, "...I don't think he'd approve of us dating, especially if he found out about my arrest record...your mom probably woudln't, either."
Sota opened his jacket a little more, and pulled Kairi a little closer, so it covered her as well. He wrapped one arm around her, and held one of her hands with the other, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that memory up...if it makes you feel any better, you still have memories, pictures, ways to remember your mother." He looked her in the eyes, "I'm sure she'd have been proud of the person you've become."
"This goes into one of the reasons why I think you're amazing," Sota said, smiling. He leaned his head towards Kairi, and kissed her cheek. He looked behind them, out a window, looking at some parts of the city passing by, "Did you always live here? In this city?"
If you want to, go ahead. I won't force you to if you're not comfortable with it.
Sota laughed, and moved closer, "My point is, you follow the beat of your own drum, whether it's to someone's joy or dismay," He looked into her eyes, feeling the tram car moving up, "Still...I don't remember fighting so hard for something."
Heaven help us all if that's a true story...
