Kyle and Clarice. Pre-Date. Backdated.

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Kyle and Clarice pre-date. Since the date itself was not logged due to unexpected Travel. Kyle wear shoes, therefore it must be a Special Occasion. Or possibly just that it's damn cold in New York in December.



It was hard to find appropriate date clothes with a broken leg in winter. Normally, she'd wear a skirt, but Clarice had quickly discovered that most of her skirts were too short for modesty with crutches and she was loathe to sacrifice good pants to the casting demons. Eventually and with help from Monet, she had settled on a denim skirt, tights that had been classified as "unrefined, yet delightfully tacky" by Monet, a cute but warm top and a long jacket. And alas, only one doc marten, but her toes were painted black to match her shoes.The details were important.

Now, she was meeting Kyle in the school foyer.

Kyle hadn't put nearly as much thought into what to wear. His nicest pair of khakis, which meant the ones that hadn't gotten tattered at the cuffs, and a button-down shirt, and his Converse sneakers, which has been cleaned up as much as possible. And the socks Clarice had made for him, because it was December and cold out there, and also, well, it seemed like a nice thing to do. And for once, his hair was, if not necessarily neat and tidy, it at least looked like it had seen both a hairbrush -and- some of Marius' industrial strength hair gel.

He practically sprung down the stairs and into the foyer, forcing himself to stop in the doorway. "Hey." He said in greeting. "Wow, hey, your tights match my socks... "

Clarice hadn't actually made her tights, even if she had made his socks, "Great minds think alike," she responded cheekily. And he was wearing shoes. Whoa. "What's with the shoes?" This was a date, but it wasn't like, a Date. At least, she hadn't thought so.

Kyle looked sheepish. Maybe she thought he was wearing them because he was embarassed? Or that he was trying to go back inside the genetic closet? "Um. It's... it's not anything serious, I just..." He ducked his head. "My feet got cold, and I saw some medical type show on frostbite and how you can get it on like, your heels or places not your toes and ears... "

Actually, she was just surprised that he was. Kyle was not known for his shoe-wearingness, "They're cool. I like them," Clarice pronounced and she should know. She was the resident fashion maven or at least, she liked to think so. She was probably the resident fashion nutball anyways. "Remember in Pirates of the Caribbean and they're in the arctic and the guys toe breaks off? That was way gross," of all the things Clarice had seen, she pronounced that scene as gross. It was all perspective. "So, where're we going?"

"Which is why the shoes!" Kyle said. "My toes need to stay attached. Also pain, pain, pain, ow?" But despite the protests, he was snickering. "So, I was thinking there's a indoor Go-Kart place. They have burgers I can eat, and... " He looked down at Clarice's cast, making a thoughtful face. "I -think- you can drive a go-kart with that thing. They were pretty roomy last time I was there." He'd spent some intimate time with his kneecaps, but he was also abnormally tall.

"COOL! I can! And if I can't...well, we'll do something else!" The cast was on her left leg, so it should be okay. She couldn't play dance-dance revolution though, which was just as well. It was kinda stupid. Why play a dance video game when you could actually dance? "I mean, there is always foosball or table hockey or something," these places tended to have arcades attached, right?

"Dude, at worst, indoor minigolf." Kyle said, pulling his winter jacket on and digging around in the pockets to make sure his wallet and phone were still there. "I bet you could use your cast as a putter. That'd be kind of awesome." He finally located both keys and wallet, and a pair of gloves he'd forgotten he had. "Uh. So, Clarice Express, or, are we driving? Because I can drive. Driving is good."

"That would rock!" Clarice giggled at the thought of using her cast as a putter. It would be innovative and potentially could help her win, since she sucked at mini-golf. It certainly wouldn't make her do any worse. "You are so driving. You're the guy and I'm the dainty, fragile woman! Or something like that," she shook her head at the absurdity of that statement, laughing.

Kyle leaned against a wall, pounding it with his fist and laughing. "Yeah, because, dude, I haven't seen video of you fencing, or read the reports of stuff." The idea of Clarice as fragile just didn't work for him. "I will go get the car and... uh.." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, we might need to go down to the garage together. I'm -kinda- not supposed to drive without somebody with a real licence. For, uh, another three months."

Grinning, Clarice headed towards the garage. "I'm 19, I've had my license for two years, you are good to drive!"