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[Back in Amestris, Isaac had never had any trouble going on dates.
Oh sure, he had plenty of trouble actually getting dates, much less keeping them, but actually going out with someone was easy enough. He usually took his girlfriends to the movies, since that would spare him the embarrassment of saying something particularly stupid and for some reason, this was a socially acceptable way to spend time together without actually talking, so who was he to argue it? Isaac hadn't actually had a horrible date in quite some time; whether his past girlfriends would agree with that or not wasn't the point.
But things were different with Kimblee. Things had always been different with Kimblee, and they always would be different with him.
Of course Isaac was excited to go out on an actual date with Kimblee. That wasn't the problem. The problem wasn't even his social failures - Kimblee knew all about those and knew how to combat them as best as anyone really could. The problem was that Isaac was nervous. Things would go badly. Somehow or other, he knew that for a fact despite having no reason to believe it. Maybe it was that their idea of "dates" differed so wildly from one another's.
Isaac could honestly consider any time he spent with Kimblee to be a "date." It was spending time with someone he cared about. That was enough for him, but Kimblee preferred to actually go out and make a bigger deal of things. Isaac had wanted something more significant for Valentine's Day (and their ten month anniversary, which was the day before), but he hadn't realized it was going to involve... this.
"This" being dressing up and going out to an incredibly fancy restaurant. Isaac wasn't entirely sure what they'd do after that, but considering what had happened the last time they'd bothered dressing up and going on a date like this, he really couldn't say he was opposed.
It was just getting to the end of the night he was worrying about.
But Isaac was going to do his damn best to pull through, and that started with his appearance. He'd actually bothered shaving that morning, so at least that was done with, but he had a difficult time figuring out what to do with his hair. It would probably be easiest just to get it all sheared off, but he had grown so used to fighting with it longer that he'd probably find it weird to have short hair again. It had been nearly eight years since it had last been cut short (and back then, it had been more "shaved cat" than "short"). Isaac finally shrugged it off and tied it back in a ponytail, forgoing the usual second tie in favor of just one, tied further down on his neck than usual. His hair had grown out a bit since he had come to Johto; even down like this it fell past mid-back. He'd probably have to get a few inches chopped off at some point.
The suit he'd rented for the night (rented, not bought, since he was still pretty cheap and had no intention of buying a suit he'd only use maybe once or twice more in the next year) was black (white was Kimblee's color, and besides, Isaac didn't like wearing white) and a bit big on him (he was surprised they'd had suits in sizes even resembling his, so he didn't complain), but overall it looked nice enough. He had a dark green dress shirt under that, the top two buttons undone and Isaac had opted against bothering with a tie - it wasn't like he could get it on right anyway. Overall he looked a lot nicer than he normally did, but even so, he wasn't very comfortable in the nicer clothes, and even less comfortable in the city.
It had been nearly a year since he had died in Amestris, but that hadn't lessened his distrust of large cities any. He still avoided Goldenrod for the most part, but if this was what Kimblee wanted, he was more than happy to comply. Besides, he had a team of level 100 Pokémon on him. He doubted anything seriously bad could happen to him tonight. His luck wasn't that shitty, right?
Isaac stood in front of the restaurant where they were supposed to meet, back against the wall, one foot pressed against it. For the strangest reason, he wanted to smoke, despite the fact that he hadn't had a cigarette in almost seven years. Apparently this was making him far more anxious than he had thought.]
Oh sure, he had plenty of trouble actually getting dates, much less keeping them, but actually going out with someone was easy enough. He usually took his girlfriends to the movies, since that would spare him the embarrassment of saying something particularly stupid and for some reason, this was a socially acceptable way to spend time together without actually talking, so who was he to argue it? Isaac hadn't actually had a horrible date in quite some time; whether his past girlfriends would agree with that or not wasn't the point.
But things were different with Kimblee. Things had always been different with Kimblee, and they always would be different with him.
Of course Isaac was excited to go out on an actual date with Kimblee. That wasn't the problem. The problem wasn't even his social failures - Kimblee knew all about those and knew how to combat them as best as anyone really could. The problem was that Isaac was nervous. Things would go badly. Somehow or other, he knew that for a fact despite having no reason to believe it. Maybe it was that their idea of "dates" differed so wildly from one another's.
Isaac could honestly consider any time he spent with Kimblee to be a "date." It was spending time with someone he cared about. That was enough for him, but Kimblee preferred to actually go out and make a bigger deal of things. Isaac had wanted something more significant for Valentine's Day (and their ten month anniversary, which was the day before), but he hadn't realized it was going to involve... this.
"This" being dressing up and going out to an incredibly fancy restaurant. Isaac wasn't entirely sure what they'd do after that, but considering what had happened the last time they'd bothered dressing up and going on a date like this, he really couldn't say he was opposed.
It was just getting to the end of the night he was worrying about.
But Isaac was going to do his damn best to pull through, and that started with his appearance. He'd actually bothered shaving that morning, so at least that was done with, but he had a difficult time figuring out what to do with his hair. It would probably be easiest just to get it all sheared off, but he had grown so used to fighting with it longer that he'd probably find it weird to have short hair again. It had been nearly eight years since it had last been cut short (and back then, it had been more "shaved cat" than "short"). Isaac finally shrugged it off and tied it back in a ponytail, forgoing the usual second tie in favor of just one, tied further down on his neck than usual. His hair had grown out a bit since he had come to Johto; even down like this it fell past mid-back. He'd probably have to get a few inches chopped off at some point.
The suit he'd rented for the night (rented, not bought, since he was still pretty cheap and had no intention of buying a suit he'd only use maybe once or twice more in the next year) was black (white was Kimblee's color, and besides, Isaac didn't like wearing white) and a bit big on him (he was surprised they'd had suits in sizes even resembling his, so he didn't complain), but overall it looked nice enough. He had a dark green dress shirt under that, the top two buttons undone and Isaac had opted against bothering with a tie - it wasn't like he could get it on right anyway. Overall he looked a lot nicer than he normally did, but even so, he wasn't very comfortable in the nicer clothes, and even less comfortable in the city.
It had been nearly a year since he had died in Amestris, but that hadn't lessened his distrust of large cities any. He still avoided Goldenrod for the most part, but if this was what Kimblee wanted, he was more than happy to comply. Besides, he had a team of level 100 Pokémon on him. He doubted anything seriously bad could happen to him tonight. His luck wasn't that shitty, right?
Isaac stood in front of the restaurant where they were supposed to meet, back against the wall, one foot pressed against it. For the strangest reason, he wanted to smoke, despite the fact that he hadn't had a cigarette in almost seven years. Apparently this was making him far more anxious than he had thought.]
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Well, whatever it is, Isaac will do what he can to help. If Kimblee wants to be held forever, he's perfectly fine with that!]
...I hope you get done with work soon. I've missed you.
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At any rate, however, he relaxes a bit at Isaac's words, though he's more than content to continue cuddling; it's just a bit less...strangely desperate than before.]
Likewise, Isaac; it's good to spend time with you tonight.
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Isaac moves to play with Kimblee's hair, nodding a bit to himself.]
Yeah, it really is. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
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...I'll see you again soon. I promise, all right?
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I'm glad.
[He's content to leave it at that though, continuing to play with Kimblee's hair, which is far more amusing than their previous topic of conversation.]
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...
...well, you're getting it, okay. :|
He doesn't try to pull away, though he's fairly sure he knows what Isaac is doing over there.]
Enjoying yourself?
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[Though that's said in a teasing tone.]
You make some of the most entertaining sounds when you're pleased, you know.
[...That's definitely teasing.]
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[Hmph.
Hmph.]
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[...just
a soft thing
can he have a soft thing because he suddenly needs a soft thing to bury his face in
...your jacket works :| ]
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C'mon, I was just teasing, Kimblee.
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[...that may be...kind of muffled, um.]
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[...There's that teasing tone again though...]
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I'm not hiding...
[While he acknowledges the teasing there, he's not moving, either.]
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[But he's content to leave it at that, continuing to play with Kimblee's hair. He figures Kimblee will get over the tsun eventually~]
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You really don't play fair, you know.
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[You can have that teasing tone returned though and Isaac leans down to kiss Kimblee, still playing with his hair.]
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[...mmf.
Well, whatever statement he was going to make before - most likely "as though I'd let you" - promptly dies when Isaac moves to kiss him; he's a bit startled, but again, he manages to relax quickly enough. The hair-playing definitely helps in that regard; it tends to calm him down more easily than he'd ever thought it would have before Johto - he would have balked solidly at anyone trying to do anything like that back in Amestris, but since coming here he's come to realize exactly how good it feels, and how calming it can be.
...judging from the enthusiasm with which that kiss is being returned, he's. uh. more than content to let you win for now, Isaac, good lord.]
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He's certainly pleased with this victory though, and his grip around Kimblee's waist tightens a bit in response to the other alchemist's enthusiasm. Needless to say, he's quite pleased with where things are going. He's used up his words quota for the day; this is a much better alternative.]
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He usually doesn't attempt that on his own, but he doesn't seem too willing to let Isaac dwell on it for very long; he presses his body more firmly against Isaac's, grinding his hips into him as he does so.]
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You make such beautiful sounds, you know.
[As though to punctuate his words, he grinds up against him again.]
I really have missed you.
[...if...you get his drift, um...]
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...Well, okay, he does make another one of those noises Kimblee seems to like, but there's no verbal response to that little compliment.]
Y-yeah, I've really missed you too.
[He sounds breathless, and more than a little eager. Kimblee usually doesn't have much interest in sex, and he'd have to be crazy to turn Kimblee down on the rare occasions he does want sex. Kimblee isn't the only one who's looking pretty eager.]
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Kimblee just continues toying with his hair for a moment longer before kissing him again, his free hand slipping down between them to grip Isaac through his clothes, the gesture firm and more than a bit rough; he certainly isn't going to waste much time tonight, that much is clear, though he isn't showing any inclination of wanting to move to the bed just yet.]
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