<@Grysar> [Date: Friday, December 20th. Winter break is next week and school is wrapping down. Katie's biology project was a big success, surprisingly, her partners agreed on this and seemed puzzled that Katie is grumpy and thus the odd person out for once.] <@Grysar> [Kyon is laid up at home. Strict team doctor's orders that he's to move nothing as heavy as a jug of milk and that he shouldn't even think about any more batting practice. "You're a pitcher, .212 isn't bad." Kyon doesn't feel like he's got anything worse than sour arm, but orders are orders.] <@Grysar> [It's been enough to throw him off his game in general. Chores are trickier, hard to find a good position for writing, and he's had to limit himself to normal working hours at the brewery. As a result, it's his a planned date night with Katie and he promised to take her out, but his editor keeps leaving messages. What are you going to do about that conflict Kyon? We'll spin the scene from there.] * Kyon shifts in his work chair, scowling, and brings up a new tab in his browser, trying to keep his off arm steady. "Thought about what you wanted tonight? Got some recommendations for places." <@Grysar> [And what do you say Katie, now that you've just gotten home from museum investigating?] * Katie has wandered in to the point where she's standing in the doorway when Kyon asks, and instead of answering the question, she responds with, "Are you good to go out?" * Kyon glances up at her sidewise. "Yeah. My legs work. One arm works. I can move. Been saying I'd do this for a month. You think I'm going to back out because my shoulder won't turn?" * Katie isn't wearing her slippers, but at least she also isn't wearing shoes. Win some and lose some? "No. You almost never back out. That's the problem." She crosses the room and pulls over another chair, sitting fairly close so she can obviously see the monitor. <@Grysar> [One of Kyon's other browser window blinks and flashes an email note coming in from Kyon's editor. Probably pushing her idea again for a book signing with an excerpt preview reading around the Christmas holiday. This assumes he has a new excerpt.] * Kyon looks at the notice, but doesn't click over. He scowls more deeply, pressing himself back in his chair. "I can't go all night. But Kaneko can wait two hours." Two hours? I'm honored. * Kyon turns to look at her, winces slightly, and turns the chair instead. "Katie. Can't even write well like this. I've been slow." He blows out a curt breath, and says, "You don't want to celebrate? Can do a lot in two hours." * Katie puts a hand on Kyon's when he turns to face her, and - ignoring any compulsive jerking away he may do - she leans forward and up so her face is closer to his. "You almost never want to do what I'd *really* like." Her other hand lands on his chest, which probably just makes him more uncomfortable. "Why start now." * Kyon twists his face up, and makes himself stay still, glancing down towards her hand, and then back up to her face. "It's time. It's important." He looks at her, scowl lightening a bit, his eyes looking a bit quizzical. "You wanted this. To go out. Why fight now?" * Katie looks back at Kyon, her own eyes hard. "When else would I fight with you?" * Kyon smirks slightly. "Can tell me I'm not here enough. Or I work too much. But not that you can't fight with me. Never too little time for that." * Katie rolls her eyes. "Yeah. Maybe not." She stands. "I'm going to order something. What do you want?" * Kyon flexes his bad hand on his thigh. "Not to have to order something." * Katie looks down at Kyon and his hand - with her standing and him sitting, she actually *can* manage to look down at him. "Fine," she says, after a moment, her voice a tiny bit less cold than before. "We'll go out. But the only response you get to send Kaneko tonight is one that I get to write." She smiles, suddenly. "It could be a group project, or maybe a trust exercise." * Kyon snorts, and looks at her for a beat, before saying. "Fine. Deal. So you want to hear these recommendations?" * Katie sits right back down with an oof. "Sure." [Break!]