Description: Sie Kensou and Momoko head to the airport for the littlest Psycho Soldier's trip to Southtown! Kensou (repeatedly) expresses his concerns, and Momoko (repeatedly) attempts to assuage his fears by almost completely ignoring them! ...Oh wait. Sweaty, awkward, and funny social time is go!
International Airport. 1 PM. Drop Offs Only.
The roar of a landing jet overhead makes up the all-encompassing sound of the airport departures station. Uniformed officials stand by, some security, others simply helpful employees of the airport. A luggage drop off sits by, with a bored looking man standing by. The crowd dithers around, as cars pull up for drop offs. However, the traffic pulls away as a single, black limo rolls up to the curb. The door opens, free of the chauffeur, as a voice rises immediately from the open door.
"Are you -sure- you have everything?"
Stepping out through the open door, dressed in his short and a jean jacket, is a very nervous looking Kensou. Sweat was on his brow, and he constantly kept looking around the busy airport drop off area. All these strangers. All these POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS strangers. Palms wet, he holds the door open, holding out a hand to assist his escort out. "I don't know if you did the checklist, like I suggested. Did you do the checklist? Please tell me you did the checklist!" He had a very good reason to be nervous in his mind. After all, it wasn't him that was going on the plane.
It would be Momoko.
Alone.
"I did! I did do the checklist!" came a small, youthful, female voice from inside the limousine. "You sound like my mother, Kensou!" A small fit of laughter came from the tiny head that poked out of the vehicle's doorway, a messy-headed little sprite with brown hair bound up by an overly large ribbon. Having said that, she quietly turns her eyes to the sweaty palm that is offered her... and the pupils of her brown eyes shrink a little...
"EEEEEEWWW!"
Refusing to touch the sweaty hand, the significantly smaller asian capoerista simply leaps from the vehicle and stares up at the older male. "It's all sweaty! No thank you!"
Shortly after her feet touch the concrete, she becomes a blur of moment again... rushing around the back of the car in an attempt to fetch her bags immediately. She did, indeed, make a checklist of course... and placed it in her pocket for the off-chance he would ask her for it. As for her luggage, she only brought a single bag of necessities. Things that might be hard to purchase where she was going, or favorite clothes. "...You worry too much, Kensou! Master Gentsai said it'd be okay!" And, after all, if that drunkard thought it was okay, surely it MUST be, RIGHT??
Well, this was embarrassing.
As Momoko squeals in disgust, Kensou's eyes bug out, his face turning hot. Stammering, he chases after Momoko, trying to cut her off, to fetch the bag. But he was too slow. As the spritely little troublemaker fetches her bag, Kensou is forced to only sputter. "H-how rude! You should thank them when a gentleman helps you out! And, I don't know what you are talking about! I'm not sweaty at all!"
Kensou begins wiping his hands dry anyways.
He looks towards the his fellow Soldier, his blushing only beginning to die down as he holds out his hands, trying to find opportunities to subtly hint that he should be the one holding the bag. "Yes, well, Master Gentsai sometimes says things without thinking it through all the way. Especially if you asked him while he was groggy fighting off a hangover, or tired from fighting pandas! I mean, it isn't a crime for me to be concerned!"
"And I am not being a mother!"
Kensou draws out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, wiping a hand on his jacket again to dry it further. "Now just in case, I brought a checklist, so if you need to check for something, we can do it now! Now did you remember to get all your clothing?! You should have three shirts, and three shorts. Or skirts! Something for your lower torso. And you need to make sure you have, for every day, a clean pair of socks and a clear pair of.. a clean... well." Kensou turns bright red. "You know. The other things. Make sure you have a clean one for each and every day." Swallowing hard, he continues to wipe his hands on his jacket. "Why do you have to go on this trip alone?"
"I thought you liked hanging out with the rest of the Psycho Soldiers!"
Momoko quietly sets her forest green bag on the concrete, having walked back toward the obviously flustered boy during his sputtered speech and handwiping. Turning loose of the handle, for a few moments, she reaches into her right pants pocket and produces her own list with a small sigh. "Well, even so, Master Gentsai knows what I am capable of!" She did fight the Diesel ONCE... how hard could a random ne'er do well be in comparison to THAT monster?? "I'm sure it'll be okay! Momoko's a big girl!"
At his rebuttal regarding being motherly, she stifles a giggle before pretending to read her own list and nodding softly as he goes through the motions of reading it. That is, until he mentions her skirts and underwear... and she decides to be a mischievous little brat!
Feigning a sharp gasp, and widening her eyes for dramatic effect, she says, "Oh no! I knew I forgot something! ... Oh well, I wear long pants! No one will notice!" ...and then giggles just for added effect. She then simply lets that soak in, opting not to offer a 'just kidding' quite yet! "...And I do enjoy being a Psycho Soldier! But I love musicals too, ya know!"
It felt like only yesterday when Momoko was only a little girl!
Kensou sighed, looking away from the list as Momoko stops to check her own list. "You can be so stubborn sometimes, Momoko! And while you are a big girl, it's still dangerous!" Pulling out a meat bun from his jacket, he begins to chomp it down warily. And then, Momoko explains that she forgot something important. Like underwear. And her solution for it.
Kensou chokes.
Fist clenching tightly on his paper, his eyes bulge out at Momoko's comment. Face turning blue, he responds with elegance. "AAGHA. AAAAAGHA." Was the cry, as finally, he slams a sweaty, paper-filled fist into his chest, forcing the whole of the meat bun down. Bending over, he gasps for air a few times, before swallowing hard... and glimpsing at the ink now staining his moist fist. Opening the hand, he sees the soggy remains of the crushed list. Rolling his eyes, he smacks his own head with the base of his other palm.
"That's not funny, Momoko!"
Kensou sighs, glancing towards the bag, and he steps towards it, attempting to carry it as a gentleman should. "Look, I know musicals are great and all, and you will probably have lots of fun watching the Spectacular Spectacular. But you could wait a few weeks, can't you! Athena and I, as you know, have been having very important private business! Once we take care of that, we can all go as a group, all together, for a nice musical! I'm just worried that, well. You are like a little sister to us! And I've checked the news recently. It's not the random street thugs I'm worried about."
"It's those murderers!"
For all her strength, Momoko simply cannot contain her laughter as Kensou inhales meatbun and begins to choke on it from going into flustered overload! Her high pitched laughter soon fills the area, prompting more than a few Japanese onlookers to glance at the spectacle. It was loud enough that they showed up in a limousine, but to act in such an unsophisticated manner in public...
But, as was Japanese custom, the staring didn't last long and no one said a thing. "I'm... I'm kidding Kensou!", the girl replies just a moment or so after his comment about it not being funny came. Well, apparently, she thought so!
As he goes for the bag, she allows him to, offering him a smile for his generousity. She could be a good girl too! "Thank you, Kensou! I appreciate it!" Stuffing her own list hastily back into her pocket, she hops forward toward the doorway a bit energetically shortly after he starts to chatter again. She doesn't interrupt him, this time, however... her girlishly pink ribbon dancing with every small nod she offers him. The ears are listening, but the mind is elsewhere as her energetic brown eyes see the automatic door open again. The door's inviting gesture tugs at her body like a magnet... causing her to skip from one foot to the other with obvious impatience. Each little hop is accentuated by an energetic swaying of her hips... she had a tendency to dance in place when forced to stand still and it was showing!
"Aww, Kensou, that's sweet! If you wanted to go to a musical with me, you should say so!" She giggles softly again... still making light as was her tendency. "I promise I'll be fine, okay? I can fight too! ... But, I promise I won't go looking for trouble at least!" Noooot reaaallly. But how was he to know if they didn't just happen upon her, huh? "But... we better get going! You know how security at the airport is!"
Kensou is -still- blushing well after Momoko finishes laughing.
Looking somewhat sore about being teased, he brings the bag along, holding it by the handle as he follows after the bouncing Momoko. Hands still sweaty, he grunts a bit as he passes through the glass doors. "If I could come with, Momoko, I would! But Athena is doing something very important. And I wouldn't be a very good friend if I wasn't a manditory member of helping her. It was hard enough to take time off to make sure that you made it to the airport safely!"
And to try and talk you out of leaving, Kensou thought to himself.
Within the interior of the airport, several of the airlines had their lines set up, ready for people to check in. Of course, the duo had already gotten their ticket, so it was time to go straight to security. Well, Momoko to security. Approaching the checkpoint, Kensou begins to writhe anxiously. "I know you won't look for trouble, but if trouble finds you, Athena and I won't be there to help you. And, well, I know you have a lot of spirit, and are a very good dancer, but..." Kensou swallows hard, trying to find the least hurtful and offensive way to put this.
"... You aren't as strong as you think you are sometimes?"
All the way to the checkpoint, across the royal blue carpeting and underneath the towering glass and metal structures that made up the airport, the tiny capoerista skipped, glided, and practically danced. It was subtly clumsy today, due to her being forced to wear shoes to even enter the place. She usually never wore shoes, so it threw off her balance a lttle bit. Not so much that you could see it without a trained eye though. "Hmhmhm... ~" Her internal radio was playing again, and overlapping with Kensou's chatter, causing her to hum quietly to herself whilst they moved along. It wasn't until shortly before they reached the checkpoint that the music died down, and she could hear him again. The analytical, somewhat stern, gaze of a nearby security officer had caused her to cease in her dancing and come to a stop. He and a female security guard, both dressed in navy blue uniforms, were giving a female passenger a pat down.
His gaze was shortly upon the female passenger again, and a voice came over a loudspeaker overhead: "Passengers boarding at Gate 3, the next flight arrives in thirty minutes. Thank you for flying from Metro City Airport!"
Momoko gives a quizzical look over her shoulder at Kensou as his last words reach her. ... And then, she offers another friendly smile. "If you're always afraid, and never do anything, well... that's kind of sad. And that's what the bad guys want anyway!" ... Also, there is a look of rememberanmce upon her soft features shortly thereafter, "..Besides, weren't those murderers hospitalized? They're under arrest by now, right?"
She was paying attention, right?
Kensou continues to lug the bag along. If Momoko did fail to do the list right, then Kensou was benefiting now; Athena certainly didn't pack this light. The big brother of the Psycho Soldiers didn't like being the down to earth, worry-wart. But as Momoko innocently asks about the murderers... part of him wanted to lie, to not tell her the truth. To keep her happy go lucky, to always look on the bright side. But only 30 minutes till lift off. Kensou swallows hard, harder than when he was choking on the meat bun. And then, he answers Momoko's question.
"Not... not all of them.
Kensou looks towards the security checkpoint. Initially angry at the thoughts of Momoko being patted down by stranger, his temper calms down. He was losing this battle, Momoko was just too strong-willed. Maybe she could take care of herself. Placing the bag next to the younger Psycho Soldier, the highschooler shakes his head. "One of the murderers escaped, and is still at large, and was last seen just two blocks from the Reddimaru. That city is getting dangerous. It's just...."
"You are like family to all of us."
Kensou places a sweaty hand Momoko's shoulder, looking her in the eyes with a calm seriousness. "Momoko, this is really serious. If you are in any danger, if there is any trouble, you will call me, or Athena, or Master Gentsai, or Ba-" Kensou pauses a moment. "You promise you will call us if there is trouble, okay? Because we are a team, and we have to help each out. If you promise that, then I promise you if Athena and I are in any trouble, we will tell you."
"Promise?"
Momoko, on the other hand, doesn't seem even remotely bothered by the idea that she's next in line for a possible search. They did these things randomly, though, so there were no guarantees. It isn't like she had anything to get excited about though! (Just don't tell her that!)
When the words, "...not all of them.", fall on her ears... her wide smile becomes a bit more subdued. She supposes she could understand his concern, if what he said were true. ... As his sweaty hand touches the tanned brown skin of her exposed shoulder... she fights the urge to squeal like a little girl again and wriggle away! The internal struggle is, mildly, visible as she turns around... her face contorting slightly and her eyes rolling westward toward that hand... and then up at Kensou.
His words about her being family put a stop to any fleeting thoughts about being rude though. Instead, she quietly listens to him in earnest... unaware that the aforementioned passenger has passed through the checkpoint and staff is now waiting on them.
When he finishes, there is a brief silence... before a warm smile spreads across her face again. She leaps at him, briefly, and attempts to kiss him on the cheek before offering a verbal reply, "I will! I promise! You don't have to worry, okay? I'll call you guys as soon as I arrive!"
"Excuse me..." the female security guard interrupts, "...your bag, miss? Sir?" and Momoko whirls in place, immediately attempting to escape Kensou's grasp without hesitation! "I have a ticket, see!"
She isn't a little girl.
The thought lingers as he pats Momoko's shoulder with solemn intent. Momoko was not a 12 year old girl. She was 16, and in some places, a legal adult. Kensou's face blushes for some reason at that thought. Maybe it wasn't obvious. The palms grow sweatier. But his face does not crack from it's intensity.
Then suddenly a kiss on the cheek.
"AIYEEEE!" Was the shout as Kensou flails his arms about. Wiping his face with his palm, his face gets even more sopping wet. Sticking his tongue out in disgust, the security officer finally shows up to take Momoko away. Kensou perks up, and yells after her. "Okay! Good! Remember your promise! And Be safe, and have fun! I will see you in a few weeks!" Waving after the chipper Psycho Soldier. Kensou stops in mid-wave, his face becoming stony.
Did he remember to tell the limo to wait for him?
Log created on 21:14:18 04/25/2013 by Momoko, and last modified on 05:52:18 04/26/2013.