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Masquerade Continuations

Who: Kitt and Kenzi
What: Continuation of the Masquerade from here
When: Masquerade night
Where: Transitioning into the Gardens
Rating: R? I dunno.

(Note: This is because of how full the Party Post is getting. I'd rather not break the post and lose out on being able to play this out with my partner.)

"A bit better. Kinda stuffy in there. I like the lack of trolls out here, too." She snuck another glass of water from a passing tray, holding it up for Kitt. "I recognize the squinty-eye thing. Just drink it and don't argue."

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The air was waking him up a bit more now, away from the heat and bustle of the crowd inside.

He took the glass, drinking half of it in one gulp. "The trolls were sort of scary. Have you seen any before?"

"Yeah, but I think they're a different breed or something. These ones are way uglier." She was pleased he'd taken the water, looking around for a bench or something for them to sit, so he could get his equilibrium back.

"Oh. I've never seen any before." Considering how these trolls looked, he was silently thanking his lucky stars. He drank more of the water, but even in his still semi-drunken state he knew he was in for a hell of a hangover come morning.

Further into the gardens they walked, and she took a moment to just enjoy it. Just for a second, because she didn't trust the little fae as far as she could throw them. A fountain came into view, a bench not far from it, facing it. She moved to lead him off that way. "You're not missing anything."

"Sometimes I feel like I am." He could do with a bench. Somewhere quiet, where the noise and the now-irritating lights wouldn't be so bothersome.

In the garden setting, Kenzi looked almost like a faerie herself, a delicate little pixie amongst the leaves. She looked beautiful. He might have murmured it to himself; she might have heard him.

She heard him; grinning to herself as she led him over to sit. "You're pretty scrumptious yourself, you know, aside from the whole drunk as a skunk thing." She sat beside him, hand still looped in his arm as she leaned against him. "Sorry..."

He wondered suddenly what his friends back home would think of him if they saw him like this. For all the years he'd known Michael, he'd never once seen the man get drunk. In his short time here, Kitt had racked up two instances so far. He was almost glad he'd been sent here alone.

Alone. Until he'd found Kenzi.

He realized he was still holding his mostly-empty glass of water, so he finished it, setting it down next to him on the bench before sighing and leaning back into Kenzi.

"Why were you so upset?" His words were spoken slowly, as if he had to remember how to enunciate, but the slur was mostly gone, noticeable only in the too-long 's' sounds. Like he had to remember how to stop his tongue.

Ah, that was a tricky question. Did she answer him honestly, or try to distract him again?

She looked down at her hands in her lap, fidgeting with her fingers as she thought about it. Hell, would he even remember com morning? "I wasn't upset, exactly..."

He might not, but if he did, he would appreciate the honesty.

Then again, distractions were always nice.

"You were upset." He looked at her, too sadly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I wasn't upset, Kitt. I was...," she huffed, leaning back against the bench, arms folded against her chest.

"I was jealous," she bit out, hating having to admit it out loud.

"I would be jealous if I saw you with anyone else." His face was open and sincere, completely guileless. "I wanted to learn how to dance so I could dance with you. I just didn't know it until she offered to teach me." It was sad how he couldn't even recall her name at the moment.

Which made her feel like even more of an ass. "It's just... I'm not used to a guy being so focused on just me. Most of them have a lot of wandering eyes, and it's not like I have a great track record for ones that don't turn around and screw me over."

Her hand moved to take his, fingers lacing in it as she looked over at him. "I'm sorry."

"But I love you, Kenzi." His voice sounded almost childlike, like he was pleading with her to believe him and couldn't understand why she didn't.

If he were more sober, he might have pointed out to her that he wasn't like most other men. Then again, if he were more sober he probably would never have made his admission in the first place.

She froze at that, eyes wide as she looked over at him. There was a flash of something hopeful in her, something that wanted to latch onto that, but she pushed it away, blinking to get her own equilibrium back from that. "I don't think you, uh, really know what that is, Kitt. I mean, you said yourself you're new to this whole human thing. Hell, you don't even like eating."

God, she wanted it to be true. Wanted to fling herself around him and kiss him and tell him to say it again... but she didn't want to chain him to something he might not be sure of.

She didn't believe him. He needed to be having this conversation when he wasn't so fuzzy-headed. But he'd gone and done it, plunged right into the deep end without even a life preserver, so he was left to flounder about and hope he didn't end up sinking.

All the watery metaphors. He was up to his ears in liquid.

He set his mouth into a thin line, a bit put out now that he'd given himself a moment to process what she'd said.

"I had feelings before I became human. I understand what love is. I loved my friends. Just because it never felt like this doesn't mean I don't get it."

He crossed his arms, daring her to argue with him.

"Kitt... you were a computer. Can computers even have feelings?" She wasn't sure about that, her experience limited to what she'd seen in movies; and we all know how reliable those were.

She looked at the pout, trying not to smile at it. He looked like a four year old about to throw a temper tantrum.

He really was not happy that she was daring to argue with him. Even more so because she was arguing with him about how he felt. Questioning his self-perception.

"I was an artificial intelligence! Just as sentient as you were! I wasn't supposed to have feelings, but I had them! I still do!"

Cue one temper tantrum.

Cue one distractionary tactic. Her hand moved to rest high on his thigh, and she turned to face him more properly on the bench. "All right. Fine, you had feelings. But... love is a little different, Kittikins. It's scary."

She looked up at him earnestly, hoping this was flitting in mast the muddled drunken ramblings.

Of course it was scary! He'd never have had the courage to say anything had he not been riding high on the fairy juice. But he knew how he felt, knew how the flutterings in the pit of his stomach had to mean... something. If not love, then what?

"It's not scary with you."

She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Dammit. That was actually kind of sweet. She sighed, hand resting on his shoulder, fingers idly flicking at his hair. "You don't know that."

Hell, they'd already had one massive argument because of sexual tension, and this little mini-spat was probably only one of a billion to come.

"I know enough." She could just shut up now. He squeezed her fingers in his hand.

"Kitt," she sighed, looking back up at him, trying to squelch that glimmer of hope in her chest.

"Only you, Kenzi." His voice was firm. Almost comically so. But still. Firm. And serious.

"Only you."

He kept saying that. And it was becoming harder and harder not to believe him - just as it was becoming next to impossible not to lean in and kiss him. She'd found early on that she was very appreciative of his lips. They were perfect for pouting and kissing, and he was learning how to do both quite well.

He kept saying it because he meant it. Even if he could only say it while drunk. He caught her eyes with his, making her look at him.

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