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Who: Arthur and Syeira
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starting on the Red Fish
When: Today

It's not really an unusual day. They're in a new area, people are milling about, the ships are running normally. But Syeira's fever broke finally, and she's actually starting to look like herself lately. So it's a good day, and a relief, to have her back and safe (and feeling a little better now). He doesn't want to think back on when he thought she was gone. It's stupid to do that anyway. It's irrelevant. She's here now.

With Syeira back, there are things to think about. One thing on the forefront of his mind: their relationship. He kissed her. Actually kissed her. She probably didn't remember it or appreciate it, but it happened. And now he's afraid, just praying he didn't go too far.

There's really only one way to find out. Ask her on a date. Another one. In any case, it would be a good excuse to get her out and doing something. It would be good for her. He's nervous as hell, though. He doesn't remember the last time he asked someone on a date. But he had the first part of the plan down. Dress up. Look good. Bring present. Ask her out. He could do that, right?

He's wearing a dark sweater with the sleeves rolled up and some neutral trousers; dressy, but not too dressy. His hair is slicked back as always, but he keeps messing with it like it's got him nervous. He stops at her door, knocking with the hand not holding a small bag.

“It's Arthur.”

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He smiles, caressing her cheek. "Good. I know... I know how rough it must be on you, but... I'm glad you're here."

Here, alive. Here, now, with him. On a date. Kissing him back. Everything. He's just glad.

The sentiment hits her in that tender spot again, and her eyes well up. There's just something about the people she has here, in the Fleet. She was mourned. They hurt because she was gone. Arthur's words bring that back up in sharp relief and it hurts, but brings her joy at the same time.

"I'm glad too." She dashes the tears from her eyes again, laughing awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to ruin things. This is probably one of the biggest moments of my life, and here I am weeping."

"Hey, shhh..." he shushes her, reaching out to wipe away a tear track. He smiles gently.

"You're not ruining anything. I knew there would be some bumps in the road. I love this, I just... I hate to see you hurting."

His smile widens, and he grabs a book off the shelf. "Come on, let's have some fun, huh? I dare you to find the most ridiculous book in the store."

It helps that he's understanding, and knows when she needs distraction. Even good things will take their toll on her, but this is light after such a heavy, emotional moment.

She mirrors his smile, moving her weight off the shelf. "I wonder how our definitions of ridiculous will compare."

But clearly challenge accepted, since she's moving off to a different section. History probably isn't where the most ridiculous stuff is.

"Me, too."

He hums in indecision, then follows her out of the history section. She's completely right. His bet is in the romance section. Brushing his hand along the spines, he chooses a book, starts to read it, then puts it back. He does this a few more times before laughing out loud.

"Syeira," he hisses, still snickering. "Listen, listen - 'After Selina runs into her ex, a new man comes stumbling into her life - literally. When he falls into a coma, will she choose with her head, or her heart? And can she perform that surgery in time?' That sounds awful."

She pokes her head in from another isle when he calls to her, and makes a face at what he reads.

"It sounds like she has to pick either her head or her heart to cut off. What a terrible writer." She's so critical of romance novels.

"What about this one?" She holds up a book with a rather obvious cover. "Extraordinary Chickens. I think that sums that up quiet well."

He laughs out loud at that cover. "Okay, okay, you win. What even is that?"

He wanders over, taking the book from her and flipping through it.

"Okay... weirdest author name. And if I win this round, I get another kiss," he bargains with her with a sly look.

"Supposedly, a chicken." She chuckles and sets the book aside. She might be buying it before they leave.

She perks up at the next challenge, and her cheeks go pink at the wager. "All right."

She sets off then, to find the most basic, normal seeming name she can find. She finds him about five minutes later, with what she thinks is a very simplistic author name. She's blushing still, expecting she'll have thrown this challenge very well.

"Find one yet?"

He wanders off again, this time going back to the history section. He ends up picking up a few books he actually wants to buy, and has an armful by the time she finds him. But he was working hard to find a good one!

He grins, holding out the book for her. "By Mr. Loser."

That does sound like a very odd name. She produces hers, already faux disappointed.

"Belfalcon Silentread. Best I could do." Cuz that is a perfectly normal name, right? Who goes by Mr. Loser?

His face falls in surprise because wow, that is a strange one. He frowns down at her book.

"I don't know. That's pretty weird. How did you find something weirder than 'Loser?'"

Aw. He screws up his face in disappointment.

Wait, what?

"What do you mean it's weird? This is normal." Because it's normal! You Earth people with your weird names.

He raises his brows. "Really? A normal name for me is something like... John Smith."

But if she thinks he won... "Then I won?" He looks entirely too pleased about this.

"That's because you're from Earth." Were she to go on, she'd have to admit that his name is pretty exotic sounding.

But who cares about names? Arthur is giving her a rather triumphant look, and her blush is come back in force. "Well, if we're going off of our own experiences then...yes. I would say so."

Okay, that makes him laugh. She's totally right. "Okay, so maybe the contest was a bit unfair then."

He stops, thinking. Let him get it. "Wait. If you didn't think yours was weird..."

Oops. She's caught. "I said it was the best I could do."

His eyes light up. She is so caught. And now he's leaning forward, excessively amused and smug now. "Oh, really?"

He's close, close enough to breathe against her lips, but not kissing her. "So it's okay if I collect my prize?"

"Well, fair is fair." Her voice is breathy and soft, anticipation curling in her belly. She can't even bother to pretend to be indignant at the loss. She absolutely wants to be kissed by him again.

Smiling, he moves that last inch and kisses her again. It's probably indecent how much they're kissing in a bookstore, but honestly, who cares? As long as they don't get thrown out.

His lips are soft against hers. This kiss is less desperate then the first, but still charged. Still emotional, just with an edge of sweetness. His left hand falls lightly to her cheek, and his right lands on her hip, gentle and warm.

Oh it's very indecent! But better to beg forgiveness than to put it off. Not after having died and thought herself beyond the chance to have one kiss, let alone two. Besides, it's only kissing.

She feels less like she might shake herself to pieces just from nervousness this time, but even a second kiss is still new. The sweetness helps, his gentleness too, to ease her tension down enough that she might enjoy it more this time. Her hands rest flat on his chest, not to push him away, but out of indecision. She's not sure what's appropriate, what's allowed at this stage.

He pulls away softly just a small distance away, his voice a soft murmur when he speaks.

"You're just... completely lovely."

His hands move to hers, holding them gently. "You're hard to resist, you know. Do you know when I first wanted to kiss you?"

She looks down, bashful of the compliment. It's nice, but still hard to accept. Even after everything. Her, hard to resist? Not possible. But it's sweet of him to say. And...

And she does want him to go on, selfish and self-centered as it is. She'd like to hear him tell her more sweet, impossible things.

"When?"

"We were on that planet that was completely polluted, and for some reason that day, I asked this shopkeeper if she wanted me to paint her stand. And you helped me paint it, and you just left me breathless."

His cheeks are a little red, and he looks down with a smile.

"And I just kept telling myself there was no way you'd be interested, but then you found me out. Does that make me a sap?" he asks with a laugh.

If you asked her what came over her then, she couldn't say. She just...had to kiss him then, again. Just a soft little thing, all she knows how to do at this point. When she pulls back, she's blushing furiously, but smiling.

"You're not a sap." And just...one more, a small one. "And I didn't find you out. You had to tell me, remember?"

The kisses make him smile. He could get used to this. "I didn't mean to pour my heart out that day, to be honest," he admits, feeling a little ashamed. "It just kind of happened. I wish I were braver, but honestly, I'm just happy that you feel something back."

He gives her one last peck before he pulls back, just enough so he can hold out the books he collected, his cheeks tinged pink. "What do you think?"

He's got a book on the history of the factions, a book on meditation (inspired by Misty), a science book, and a fiction book about spies.

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