simon!
she crashes into him and it draws a startled little noise from both the prosecutor and the hawk perched ‘pon him, making owner and bird match in their puffed-up appearances for a brief moment. in that moment, kay manages a head start on him, bounding up the sidewalk with her scarf trailing.
it’s not hard for him to keep up. his legs are longer, so he can make up more distance with less energy, but he lets her run ahead of him for a while anyways.
“ yes, yes, I’m right behind you. ”
and he is, always keeping her in sight even if he walks slower than she does. the idea of beating the dinner rush is very appealing though, because there’s too many people in the city to consider being in a very crowded restaurant.
“ go on, I’m coming right along. ”
he’s so quick! how is it that a man with such prestige &&. wherewithal can have such long ass legs!? edgeworth doesn’t have twice the kneecap as this guy, &&. he’s like sixty something! ( not really, but kay doesn’t care. ) she’s whipping in the wind, thriving on how the breeze curves to her physique, plumes across arms outstretched at her sides, spills on either plane of her wingspan. aerodynamics are an incredulous thing.
she’s almost forgotten she’s trying to play cat &&. mouse, far too focused on letting the winds carry her like a plastic bag. look at her soar, flying inches off the ground with each bounding step, gliding across the space before her stretching miles along cemented path. she’s free as a kite, upholstered by phantom sensed hands. they’re not really there, no one’s holding her, reaching for her. but she feels them. lord, how she feels the support of an unspoken captivator.
“ it’s just a few blocks from here, simon! i’m treating, so be sure to order all you like! ” is she spoiling him? is it wrong to let a recently free man indulge for a night? to savor the tenacity of a fiery spirit &&. warm food &&. drink? she’s hardly paying attention, running straight into a street sign’s pole. that’s gonna hurt.