There’s a part of her that misses the days when they were a full group of six, spending most of their time teamed up with each other and very little time out on their own. But it’s a much calmer, more enjoyable time with the war now behind them, and though it may mean being split up more often than not, she’s learned to take what time they can get together.
Which was perhaps the main reason that his question is so enticing that she has to stop herself from answering before he’s even stopped talking.
“Hmm, this weekend, huh?” She muses, picking up the little notebook she’d been doodling in before he sat down and flipping to a random page near the middle. It isn’t exactly her weekly planner, only containing scrawled notes about some of her best ideas and assorted sketches around the margins, but that doesn’t prevent her from pretending to look at her schedule for a second or two. As if there’s even the slightest possibility she’d want to brush Irvine off (and there usually never was). “Nope, not a thing to do! Whatcha got in mind, cowboy?”
Chin propped on arms crossed over the chair back before him, Irvine watches as if it were a picture book, sharpshooter’s eyes catching glimpses of half-hatched schemes, sketches of mechanical contraptions beyond his comprehension and elaborate party decorations, alike-- a peek into her pretty mind, filled to the brim with new and fun things to do their whole lives through.
He still finds himself falling into his childhood role of sidekick, her cheerleader and constant shadow-- and while normally a position he fills with a certain, if strange sense of pride, he wants this weekend to be different. He’s a grown man now, and even if she never sees him as anything more than a tag along... he wants to take the lead, just this once, to make it something special for her.
Unforgettable, if he can.
(You’re a man of your own destiny, Kinneas. You can do this.
C’mon, it’s now or never.... time to finally make your move!!)
“Oh, y’know.” He rolls his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, though he's careful to keep Selphie in his peripheral. “Nothin’ special, really. Just you, me...” A pause, both for effect and in preparation of the excitement he aims for.
“...The Independence Day parade in Deling City…”
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