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o32 Voice | (Backdated to) 8-01, Mid-day

[Since Genesis has been feeling very cheery, he's in the mood to talk to the city. Usually, he'd be a bearer of news as part of the Watch or a mouthpiece for recruitment. But today, he's in the mood to talk about something else.]

Did you ever have a feeling-- and impulse, more like, to do something dramatic? Sweep someone off their feet, or run off on an adventure? I didn't think I'd feel such a thing, but perhaps it's about time to revel in a little happiness. Do something beyond the fighting, the training, and the daily hubbub.

What I mean is...

Yako Katsuragi, would you like to go flying with me this afternoon?

[He ends his feed with a great big grin.

Oh, and if you feel like assaulting him in person or something, he'll be a sitting duck at the agency's reception area.]

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{Yako finishes her own load at a fairly decent pace and leaves for the day, waving a quick 'see you soon' to Genesis on her way out. From there, she heads back to the apartment. She feeds her dog and rabbit, scribbles a note to her partner, and starts cooking.

Roughly an hour later, she sends a quick text as a warning, and ten more minutes later, she's ducking back into the reception area. On her back is a bag, a rather large bag, containing two gigantic sub-esque sandwiches made from baguettes.}

Ready?

[... okay, Genesis was not ready for the really large backpack. But hey, he's carried all kinds of things while flying before. This shouldn't be that bad. They... just need to figure out the logistics of this. Genesis had already filed his paperwork for the day. See, Edgeworth, no extensions needed.]

Ready. Would you be comfortable if I carried you princess style?

[He leads her out of the building now. They'll need an open space for him to stretch his wing and take flight.]

Oh, that's fine. I've been carried all sorts of ways, so really whatever is easiest for you is good enough for me.

{By her head, by her neck, by the collar of her shirt...}

[With that giant backpack with her, doing so could result in a serious injury or her clothes ripping, and that certainly won't be gentlemanly.]

All right, let's go then.

[He helps her move the giant backpack to her front before scooping her up in both arms. His wing bursts out from his back, unleashing a flurry of black feathers before he lifts off with a jump. He usually does this all quickly, but because everything ought to be romantic with a girl, he does it gently for a change.]

{The backpack, perhaps, actually helps disguise just how light she is—technically underweight even for a girl of her slight stature, despite how much food she packs away. Her metabolism can truly be a curse, sometimes.

But Yako herself is more concerned with his wing, grinning delightedly as it emerges. She even manages to catch a single, long plume in her fingers before they leave the ground.

Somebody else might squeeze their eyes shut on the way up, but Yako is looking around as they rise, her delight growing with every successive wing beat.}

Wow.

You're lucky to have caught that.

[Genesis chuckles at the feather Yako had caught.]

People usually only find them on the ground.

[Now at a proper altitude above the tallest buildings in the city, but still lower than Shibusen, he begins to give Yako a good tour of the city from his perspective, keeping his pace nice and steady-- a gentle speed akin to strolling.]

I'm nimble.

{She tilts her head back to beam up at him more directly. It's partly a detective thing, and mostly because eating at unreal speeds has forced her to develope a keen dexterity.}

Have you ever thought of sweeping them up to make a pillow?

{Her eyes are drawn back to the city sprawling out beneath them, which is probably why the whimsical query doesn't manage to stay locked up in her head where it belongs.}

No, not really. Besides that, I can't sew.

[He laughs.]

Would you want to try?

It just…seems like such a waste, is all.

{She flushes a little.}

And sewing isn't very hard…unless you want something fancy. I can do the basic patch-job stuff, at least.

Are you saying I should take it up?

Can you think of a reason why you shouldn't?

Mm... I probably wouldn't have the time for it, Yako.

Do you have any other hobbies, then? Besides working or training or going on missions.

Would flying count? [He laughs again.]

Well, I enjoy watching plays when I have the time to. Reading is something I do in my free time, as well.

i'm not sure. Yechnically, it might count as exercise…but I'm definitely having a lot of fun right now!

That's good. Is there any place you'd like to see while we're up here?

Hmm…well, the school definitely, but you're up here more; so is there anything you'd recommend?

Well, there's this great spot in the Financial District I know that gives a great view of the school from afar. If you like, we can have our picnic there.

That sounds perfect!

Alright then. Let's head there.

[And he'll fly her right over to where he said he'd take her: perched up on the roof of a bank's building, which definitely gave a great view of the school that towered over the rest of Death City.]

Amazing…do you come up here a lot?

{If she sounds wistful, it's for a good reason. She's a little bit jealous of you now…}

Well, every once in a while. I watch over one of the outer residential districts, so I need to go out of my way to enjoy the view from here.

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