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She danced through the crowd -- her agile petite frame facilitated such movement; however, she wasn't without the hit across the shoulder, or the near tripping over someone's kicked out foot. She hadn't hit anyone else yet than the gentlemen earlier. Skell liked to pick out her targets.
She quickly jumped onto the elevated platform for a moment, to overlook the area around her. It was absolutely breathtaking. Just a bunch of strangers together all partaking in a friendly pillow fight. Oh, how she loved this town...
And then she spotted him. A graceful blur of red, ducking and emerging from the midst of the crowd. Watching carefully at his strikes, a chuckle left her tongue. My how he liked to really roughen up one guy at a time. Her gaze on him nearly cost her her neck, as she just twisted away from an airborne pillow, it grazing against her back instead. It wasn't entirely safe to be up so high. And so, she hopped down.
In the direction of where she spotted Rook was where she was heading. A devilish smile curled up on her lips as she ducked through the mob, feathers flailing in the air, surely hinging to her curls. And then, she eyed his vest from the back. Narrowing her eyes, smile widening, she snuck around beneath his torso.
Rook spun towards the attacker as it came, turning in to the pillow that caught him in the chin. His head coiled back, moreso from the sudden shock of it than the impact. He stumbled back a few feet, before his face relaxed when he realized whom it was who had broken his combostreak.
"Well... aren't you the sly one?" He grinned, assuming a defensive position, holding his pillow at the ready, "Didn't start something you didn't intend to finish, did you?" His feet slid apart a few inches, preparing to counterattack whenever he need be. He'd no true intention of making any form of counterattack, dodging as much as possible just to play with her. But Rook did know better than to assume something about someone's capabilities based solely on their looks.
She laughed back. Skell was having the time of her life. And watching a full-fledged grin form on Rook's face only made her happier. This guy seemed so down just scenes earlier!
"Well you know, I try..." she hummed back, eying the pillow he had raised. Her eyes widened at his last statement, out of thrill and excitement. He wasn't right. She hadn't intended on going at him much more. But... since he insisted.
Ducking beneath another man's throw, she lunged forward and leaned off to the side, trying to catch Rook at the most unsuspecting places. But he was a good one. He dodged her moves before she even had the chance to execute them. But she'd remain relentless, too. Swing after swing, duck after dodge, she kept going strong. Her breathing grew heavier, and her cheeks began to flush.
She readied herself to take another swing at him, but as she stepped a woman's foot came down in front of her. Skell's foot caught, and she lost her footing. Fumbling a bit, the mob was all too dense for her to gain adequate footing.
If by the small chance she actually hit the ground, she'd feel comforted by the field of feathers that laid there, but scared by the stomping feet around her. She swore as her trying to fully regain balance was impeded so much by the crowd and interfered with her little game. She was just oh so competitive...
She was a quick one, but Rook, while not persay as quick, was agile. His body twisted about, arcing and bending against most of her flurries. This was a blast. All the personal fulfillment of a fight, without anyone getting hurt. That was until...
A breath caught in Rook's throat as Skell was tripped up. She tried, but despite herself there was just too much chaos for anything to be stable here. Arms reached out and wrapped about her, the pillow dropping to the ground as Rook leapt forward, arms outstretched and under her before she hit the ground.
Blinking widened blue eyes, face wrought with worry, he finally took a breath again, "...You alright..?" It was genuine concern. Even as a pillow wracked him in the head from behind, his eyes never left her.
Wide brown eyes watched the ground as it came closer, and widened still as she seemed to hover above it. Her curls bounced as her gradual motion downward was ceased, and her head turned to face Rook's.
"...You all right...?"
She blinked. She hadn't been this close to anyone before. Her observant self couldn't help but pick up on the bluish specks circling his pupil. When his head shook a little after he was hit by a pillow, Skell blipped out of the studious phase of hers and realized the moment at hand.
"... Yes! I'm fine. Th-thanks..." she looked down at his arms still holding her up and tried to see if she could lighten the mood with her odd humor, "Haha... quick reflexes... to think I could hit you as you were aware. How foolish of me..."
She lifted the pillow in her hand still and bopped it on his head ever-so-softly.
"Oop. Looks like I just did..." and a soft laugh escaped her lips. She got herself into this, how was she going to get herself out?
Rook smiled, laughed a little, even. Playful was a good thing. So long as she wasn't hurt. He stood up, shifting his hands so that he held hers as best he could with a pillow still in between them, and helped her to her feet. "I'll let you have that one... but you're sure you're alright, though? You didn't twist anything, did you?"
This was Rook. Through all the trouble and fear in his past, cutting out his almost frightening urge to resort to violence in the name of protecting his friends as aprimary source of problem-solving, and his complete and total anxiety of crowded areas in fear that his own history would repeat itself and he would be unable to do anything to stop it, he was just a caring boy trying to safeguard everyone he knew.
As she was helped up, she looked down at the pillow beneath them. Yep. She was definitely not ever close to someone like this before. It made her blush a bit, but she could attribute it to the scuffle they had had.
"Yes, yes... I'm quite all right," she took a step back, to show that she could walk just fine, "Just got caught up with someone's foot, yah know?" The still chaotic crowd about them pushed her back to him. She figured this scene could be revisited if they so wanted, but she had had enough of it right now. Her fall may have even cut into the overall playful mood of the fight. So, grabbing his hand again, she pulled him to leave the crowd of people.
"Come on... I have another idea! You in the mood for something sweet?"
She figured she'd take him to the dealer of the sea-salt ice cream. Perhaps the oddity of its flavouring would suit his fancy as well.
"Whoa!" was all Rook had the chance to get out before they were off again. He was glad, for a moment, that she knew her way about the town and all of it's goings-on. Had Rook been left to planning the itinerary, the night would have been far less eventful and much less fun. He would have long ago thrown caution to the wind and taken her someplace to find more Nobodies for her to study, quietly hoping for a scuffle.
The pillow fight was quickly becoming quieter and quieter as they paced from it, away from the sandlot. He upped his speed and kept step alongside her, as opposed to being led behind her. "So hey, where are we off to now," he asked, turning to face her as he kept on moving.
Skell continued to lead him through the criss-crossing streets that were much less dense with people the further they pulled away from the pillow fight. Her excitement to get some sweets was almost surprising for her, because she wasn't a huge fan. But perhaps Rook would like it. Perhaps Rook would appreciate it. Perhaps, perhaps, perhhaps...
"Oh, you'll see!" she smiled as she looked at him over her shoulder. They were only a block away, now. As she rounded the corner, they saw a small line in front of an open window, somewhat like a kiosk. The two only had to wait in line for but a minute before they pulled to the front.
"And how may I help you today?" the man behind the counter greeted.
"Two sea-salts, please," Skell hummed as she pulled out some munny. The man handed her two popsicles, a lovely light turquoise, and Skell happily received one in each hand. She handed one to Rook, and took a lick of her own.
"Tell me what you think! And let's find a place to sit..."
Ice cream? Another thing Rook hadn't had the option of trying in ten years or so. But a moment of reminiscing took away the moment he'd have taken to get out the munny to pay for them both himself. Gentleman-fail. But nonetheless he took it, smiling, "Thank you," he said as she handed it to him.
He waited to try it, looking about in order to fulfill the second request first. It was a busy night and there were a lot of folk about. A place to sit might not be avaliable in another fifteen seconds. Past the other side of the line was a bench nestled up against the wall, and he took her hand this time, leading her to it, and he allowed her to sit down first, before following.
The moment of truth. He looked it over, as if trying to figure out where to start, before taking a lick. He winced, looking at her, before the look faded and he looked to the sea-salt ice cream. "Hm... Mmm. That's really great weird-good," He concluded, sagenodding his approval and finality.
Eying him in hopes of seeing a telltale reaction to the taste, she wasn't the least bit disappointed when he instead reached for her hand and led her off somewhere. A playful and soft smile found itself happy on her face by the gesture. She thought it was cute. Rook seemed very concerned about his own performance on this day -- and if he was wondering, she was having the time of her life. Sure, the date had gone off to a somewhat shaky and awkward start, but the sequence of events have proven to be quite enjoyable.
Arriving at the bench, she took her seat and now waited eagerly for his reaction. And when the look of distaste crossed her face, she bit her tongue. It wasn't until his face relaxed did she grin widely.
"I'm glad you like it! This Town is known for these guys," she gave hers a suck, closing her eyes and wrinkling her nose, then visibly relaxing as the sweetness took over, "I'm not big on sweets. But these... these hit the spot!"
Times like these, Rook did find himself missing civilization. The had things He could work and and buy them instead of bartering or scavenging. That kind of a lifestyle was almost like thinking of what heaven would be like, it was almost that foreign to him anymore.
"Known for it? So there's a lot of icecream around here, huh," Rook asked, taking another lick and wondering if Radiant Garden had taken a part in this fad, "I might have to head into town more often now to see if they have more of it."
He nodded his agreement with her, watching the passers-by as he slowly munched and licked at his icecream, "And yeah, I know what you mean. I don't get the chance to ear a lot of sweets. This is really good!"
She stared off, watching everyone about them stroll about, be it with a Popsicle in hand or no. And despite licking on something very cold, she couldn't help but feel very warm herself.
And now that they had had something nice to eat, gone to the pillow fight, and now settled down on a bench for some dessert and relaxation, she wasn't quite sure what to do.
"You should come into town more often. I'll probably still be here -- it'd be nice to hear some stories..." she trailed off, then turning to him brightly, "Tell me about your friends!"
"I'm not much one for towns," he replied, taking another bite of his icecream, "And not to be a downer, but I don't have a lot of tales that are too cheery... unless they're about my friends."
He shifted a bit, looking at her, "Jason saved me... saves me. A lot. He's my best friend, and he always has my back... he's the Nobody I told you about earlier. But he's looking for his Heartless so he can become whole again someday. He thinks I'm going to be key in that happening."
He smiled some, "Ren, I haven't seen in some time, but she's younger and really headstrong. Likes being on her own and not having a boss. So I tease her that I'm her big brother just to make her steamed."
He took a breath, "And Era... Era is... Era. She's like, the reason I am who I am. I found her in Traver-- er, in my travels. And she needed help against some Heartless and we fought together. But another Heartless took her. So me and some other Nobodies stormed a castle to get he-..."
Rook was proud of his friends. He was proud of the ties he had forged. Buuuut it seemed that was only good for so much. In trying to not speak too much... it wasn't quite as useful. He bit his tongue in order to quit talking. Skell's world was closed off from the others in her own little way. There was no reason to bring her into that conflict, "So... what about you? Friends? ...Family?"
Giving a nod at his first statement, she contemplated what it would be like not living in a town -- or a city for that matter. She had a feeling she'd greatly enjoy a much more busy, bustling place. The slow life wasn't quite her thing.
And then he started to list about his friends. Jason... then Ren... then Era.
Jason was the Nobody he mentioned before, she remembered.
Ren, she didn't think he mentioned more than her name before, no.
Era was in the same boat as Ren. But she had a feeling that there was more about Era in the way he talked about her, and in the way he suddenly stopped. She felt like urging him to finish, not liking the cliff-hanger moment, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
But he asked about her friends and family. Oh, how to answer...
"Well..." she licked at the side of her popsicle, "it's not that I don't have any -- friends, that is. I've just been so absorbed in my studies, and being a bit of an independent does that to you. When I'm not off studying, I usually relax in a café by my house and draw. My family, though... we're really close. Especially my father and I. He's the one that gave me my paintbrush. Said he bought if off a peddler when he was my age. Was too weirded out by it, thought it was just a normal paintbrush when he bought it."
She laughed. Ooh, father... Her mind couldn't help but go back to his friends, though. And, so, she tried...
