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Once upon a time I was falling in love...

Who: Sonny, Voile
When: May 18 - Early Afternoon
What: She's showing him the contest hall. And treating him to lunch.
Where: FDC
Warnings: Hardly.

"When was the last time we spent a day together like this?"

She'd asked it to herself as her slow steps took her to Sonny's new room. It was a shame that he wouldn't be rooming with Vinnie any longer, but she had a feeling the Venusaur would be quite pleased to have such a delightful welcoming. Nothing like coming home to family, after all. And not too long ago, she wouldn't have known too much about what that was like.

She had an idea of it in the present, however, and the mere thought made her smile.

Voile stopped outside of his door, looking ready for the summer. After a few cycles of lacing her hands together and unlacing them, she finally sucked up all of her courage and knocked.

And hopefully he hadn't forgotten.

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"I know. It's like a guitar - you have to push down on the right strings on the neck part of it to make the right notes when you strum." he said, again, mimicking the motion with his hands. Playing Air Ukulele, though, somewhat subdued as he didn't want to look odd in the middle of the restaurant. "I've played Guitar on Guitar Savior for the Woo. I sort of know how it works even if that's really not like the real thing at all."

He paused at the mention of lessons.

"Probably there's either somewhere in town you could learn to play or there might be a website about it. There's websites about almost anything you could think of that you want to learn."

He didn't want to look odd, but he already did. Odd enough for her to stop and stare before she had to lift both of her hands to muffle her laughter. You know. So she wouldn't look odd. Except she was sure she did, too.

When she quieted, her smile was soft and pleasant. "That's a good point. There are a lot of resources here. I'm sure if you're really so interested in it that you'll find a way to make it work. If you do somehow manage to, Sonny, you'd best know that I'd like to hear you play."

"Hehe - You will probably be the first person to hear me except for any teacher I might have. But I only want you to hear it when I become good, so, it might take a while! Wait for me, OK?"

Because heaven forbid he should play badly for her and embarrass himself. He wondered idly if there were any pretty love songs he could learn to serenade her with. Ukulele love ballads? Was that a thing? He would Guurgle it later.

"Wait for me, OK?"

Voile found herself pausing with those words, unsure of what to say, really. They were powerful words and held a lot of meaning, even beyond what he was saying regarding ukulele lessons. Tipping her head, she stayed quiet a few moments longer and finally nodded.

"Yeah," the green-haired girl replied. "I can wait. Take your time, Sonny. I can't imagine why I'd be in any kind of a hurry."

While he only really meant them in regards to his potential future music lessons, subconsciously? They held a lot more weight. He was a man out of time by a year and if he could have asked the world politely to wait for him, he would have. He never had that opportunity, so, he'd make the most of it now.

"You won't be disappointed. I promise. I'll play you something really nice. It will be worth it."

She got it. She understood the implication behind his words. It made her wonder, however, if things had been reverse, how would Sonny have handled it? If he loved her as much as he claimed to, would he have waited a year for her, without word? The thought was a romantic one and she couldn't claim to dislike it. But it also seemed like something out of a book and Voile knew well enough not to trust those kinds of stories.

"Worried about disappointing me?" she asked with some slight surprise. "I don't really think you could disappoint me if you tried. I look forward to it all the same."

"I might be able to disappoint you. If I played really terribly." Sonny replied with a little chuckle. "More than likely though, I'd just disappoint myself."

Voile shook her head, "No. Never. You couldn't disappoint me with that. Regardless of how good you are or not, I think what really matters to me is that it'd be something you were doing for me. Music isn't an easy pastime."

She offered him a light shrug in her attempt to reassure him. "It's not the skill that impresses me. It's the thought that you'd want to play something for me. I think... it's a very romantic idea."

"....I think it is too. Romantic, I mean. I'd like to sing something for you. A love song. But I'd want it to be good, because ven if you say the only thing that matters is the thought behind it? I'd... still just really, really prefer it if it sounded nice!"

He grinned a little sheepishly. Maybe a little of her perfectionist streak was rubbing off on him?

"I'd like to sing something for you."

To sing something for her, too? Sonny... seemed to want to do a world of things for her. She wanted to ask him why, what made him think it was necessary. Because it wasn't, and he probably knew that. She assumed he did these things because he wanted to. Perhaps because he worried she felt she wasn't appreciated enough. There were plenty of educated guesses on her part, but the only way she'd know the truth was to ask him.

That wasn't going to happen. When she decided she'd eyed him blankly for long enough, she nodded slowly. "It's... not as if you need to impress me..."

He shrugged.

"I know that. If I felt like I had to impress you, I probably wouldn't be quite as happy to do nice things for you." Because feeling something was just expected as opposed to appreciated was unfulfilling at best and demoralizing at worst.

That seemed to be explanation enough and for all of Sonny's kindnesses, evidently a year without them had Voile back in a position where she wasn't accustomed to it. Or she simply had resigned herself to a much unhappy fate. The concept of even feeling remote sincere joy was a little terrifying, too.

When one became used to disappointment and a lack of delight, it became something of second nature. Voile would have admitted she was at that point.

"I find your generosity puzzling," she admitted. "Flattering and puzzling. I'd like to do something to earn these kindnesses of yours."

"You want to earn them?" Sonny replied a little quizzically. "That's not how it works. You should know that. I want to do nice things for you because I love you. I want to make you happy. I enjoy doing things for you. There's lots of reasons I'd want to do things for you and you don't have to do anything to earn them at all. That's... just how it is! OK?"

He thought on it a moment. "...I think you commented before on it. You said I was altruistic? That hasn't changed in the last week. Or year. It probably will never change."

"I want to do nice things for you because I love you. I want to make you happy. I enjoy doing things for you."

Her heart practically lodged itself into her throat when she heard him and she turned his words over in her head. She knew it, of course. But it was a lot harder to handle when he actually said it to her. Not having it in the air meant she could ignore it. And she wouldn't feel caught between him and Marie like she did.

And she knew she would, too. It was... difficult. Difficult not to be honest with her own feelings. How much dishonour was it to be truthful? By doing so, was it insulting Marie? But not saying anything at all...

"You are... always very altruistic," she agreed. "I could - and should - learn from your example." And there was no refuting of his feelings for her. She had no desire to, for he still held much of her heart that he'd taken with him when he'd left.

"You already do a lot of things for other people. I wouldn't be worried about trying to learn from my example. If anything, I should learn from yours. You're really nice to everyone."

If anything, Sonny only had a few people he was friends with and could even really do things for.

"You certainly would think so," she replied somewhat offhandedly. Then she blinked as her posture straightened. "It's always a lot easier to focus on other people, I think. So maybe what you perceive as kindness is really just me trying to not focus so much on whatever thoughts have crawled around in my head."

Lifting her shoulders, Voile offered a mostly casual shrug as she continued, "But I do try." To be kind, was what she meant.

"I know you try. And you succeed."

By this time, some of the things they had ordered arrived and Sonny requested two extra plates for appetizers, being they had decided to share and all.

"I don't think anyone would think otherwise."

She waited for their appetisers and let him take his first course before she reached for something smaller. He was the one who needed the food, after all.

"No, you're probably right," Voile admitted with a small nod. "I should listen to you more often than I listen to myself, I think."

Sonny started divvying out half of his appetizer for her once the plates arrived. Then, he added a little more for good measure - his reasoning being he could just finish anything she really didn't want, and if she did want it to take away, she'd have enough for a good sized meal. He wondered if they made those cool tinfoil swans here?

"Hopefully my advice is good, in that case!" he said with a cheeky grin. "I think it is but maaaaybe I'm biased?"

She almost protested, but belatedly Voile knew what he was doing. So she said nothing of it and waited for him to finish before she gave him an appreciative nod. Then her expression brightened when he spoke up and she somehow managed to resist letting her smile grow too much. At least not just yet, anyway.

"Biased, yes. I've come to expect that of you. I doubt anyone could be as biased regarding me as you. You've quite the penchant for that, I think."

He placed the finished plate of food closer to her so she could make a start, and grabbed up his own utensils.

"I don't mind being an expert on that." he replied before tucking in to the food. Hmm! It was good! He was glad they came here.

"Would you really want to be, though?" she asked as she reached toward the plate he offered in her direction. "People would think you were like, my pet or something. That would be a horrible thing to assume. I'd have to correct everyone and just explain you liked following me around because you liked my wiggle when I walked."

And she was kidding. She really was.

Well. He did.

"A pet? Awww. I was thinking more like a real expert. Liiike... a Professor or something. A Professor of Voile. Voileology? Huh. Sounds kind of neat."

It sort of rolled off the tongue.

For many moments, she said absolutely nothing, and then she started laughing, because when he said it like that, he made them sound really serious. Not to say that they hadn't been at one point in time, but to publicly proclaim something like that was incredibly dangerous. In her opinion, anyway.

"Voileology. If you start bragging about that, you're going to make a lot of people incredibly envious. Or they're going to seriously get the wrong idea."

Haha. Ha. Yeah. The wrong idea. He had to keep that in mind, didn't he? Oops.

He just smiled, chuckling a little himself, though, a little more sheepishly than her. "You're right. Sorry. It's only been a week for me, so, it might be hard for me to remember sometimes that there's a right idea and a wrong idea."

Still. Voileology. He was going to remember that.

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