WAH!

she crashes into him and it draws a startled little noise from both the prosecutor and the hawk perched ‘pon him, making owner and bird match in their puffed-up appearances for a brief moment. in that moment, kay manages a head start on him, bounding up the sidewalk with her scarf trailing.

it’s not hard for him to keep up. his legs are longer, so he can make up more distance with less energy, but he lets her run ahead of him for a while anyways.

“ yes, yes, I’m right behind you. ”

and he is, always keeping her in sight even if he walks slower than she does. the idea of beating the dinner rush is very appealing though, because there’s too many people in the city to consider being in a very crowded restaurant.

“ go on, I’m coming right along. ”

he’s so quick! how is it that a man with such prestige  &&.  wherewithal can have such long ass legs!? edgeworth doesn’t have twice the kneecap as this guy,  &&.  he’s like sixty something!  ( not really, but kay doesn’t care. )  she’s whipping in the wind, thriving on how the breeze curves to her physique, plumes across arms outstretched at her sides, spills on either plane of her wingspan. aerodynamics are an incredulous thing.

she’s almost forgotten she’s trying to play cat  &&.  mouse, far too focused on letting the winds carry her like a plastic bag. look at her soar, flying inches off the ground with each bounding step, gliding across the space before her stretching miles along cemented path. she’s free as a kite, upholstered by phantom sensed hands. they’re not really there, no one’s holding her, reaching for her. but she feels them. lord, how she feels the support of an unspoken captivator.

“ spreads his wings indeed…yes, I received your mail. I still have much of it. ”

he doesn’t, in fact, still have it – but he won’t break her heart with that. it had been a matter of lack-of-space in his cell and the fact that the reminder atop his looming execution date had been too much to bear.

“ I’ve visited…some old places. there are a few shops in town that I remember going to with Aura, but they’ve closed in the years I was away. the soba place I enjoyed is still around, thankfully, but otherwise – no, no I haven’t been many places yet.

if you wanted to invite me to dinner, you simply have to ask. edgeworth doesn’t have me taking cases again quite yet…so yes, I have the free time. ”

note taken.            seeing as he’s some free time,  &&.  while the streets seem empty for a brief splice in the day, kay takes a leap. hands jump, ignorant of taka as her own nosy little beak slips in for a peck. it’s sweet, tender, but bruisingly forced forward. it’s more of a brash bump of their lips  &&.  noses, but it’s enough to signal just how much the thief missed a fellow counterpart. as she rebounds onto her full soles  &&.  waddles back, kay claps her hands in a full arms splayed swing.

“ it’s a date then! dinner &&.  a show, huh? guess we’re celebrating, to freedom! ”  she gives a little twirl, sending scarf fluttering before she takes off down the sidewalk in a trot.  ( hope you walk fast, blackquill ;   she’s speedy. )             “ c’mon! we’re gonna be swamped by the dinner rush if we don’t start flappin’ now! ”

“ you’ll have to be much more criminal to intimidate me, songbird. I will admit, however – yes, I am unused to visitors nowadays. I had fewer before and few since my release. ”

he doesn’t shy away from the double pat on his coat, smoothing a hand over taka’s feathers when she puffs up at someone stepping into their shared space.

“ prosecutor edgeworth should have no worries about my running off of any kind. he and i have an understanding, or so I thought. ”

though…perhaps he hadn’t checked in at the office like he should.

oo, a pleasant tune this raven sings. she perks, the faraday sure to flutter her fingers by her hips as she stands upon tiptoes.   “ so the jailbird spreads his wings at last? hope you learned a thing or two while caged up. by the by, i hope you’ve been okay! i dunno if the cards went through, but every month i sent letters  &&.  cards to wish you well on your civilian rehabilitation! ”                       always thoughtful, to a fault.

“ it would do you good to be careful – you may not bite, but this bird might. ”

taka preens at his hair, plucks a loose hair and presses her face into the side of his head, a sweet trill leaving him.

“ you’re very excited. what occasion do I have to thank for that? ”

“ pff -  excited is ONE WAY of phrasing it, two-tone! let’s just say a little birdy sung by my window  &&.  reminded me ‘a you. ”   kay notes how taka takes to the taller individual, something that makes her palms itch. she craves physical touch, whether it’s ghosting her hands along a wall or grabbing at someone’s clothes to hitch on.