Hojo, Lucrecia, and a bad suit. (Pre-game. OGC only.)
"Pretty. That's the word you're looking for, Hojo," Lucrecia said, smiling mischievously. "I look pretty."
Hojo nodded mutely. He'd never been much of a talker, but Lucrecia had a way of silencing him altogether.
She was still smiling when she moved closer to him, brushed a hair off of his shoulder, and straightened his tie. "I would've also settled for gorgeous or breath-taking, but..." She paused and looked him over. "This is the only suit you have, isn't it?"
"I don't need more than one."
"I saw you in this when Dr. Levitte gave that seminar a few months ago. It's a little short for you, isn't it?" She tugged at the end of his sleeve, but the fabric didn't give.
Hojo pulled away, just enough to cross his arms over his chest. "Perhaps we should be on our way."
"I bet your parents bought you this suit for graduation," Lucrecia said. "I can't imagine you getting fitted for one. Taking all that time out of your--"
"We'll be late."
Lucrecia leaned her head against his shoulder with a sigh. "I don't want to go to a stuffy event."
He stood stiffly, awkwardly craning his neck to look down at her. "Dr. Gast was fairly adamant that we make an appearance."
"All right. All right. How about this?" She turned her head and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I'll go like a good assistant, and you'll promise not to be as boring a date as you're trying to be."
Hojo pressed his lips together, not sure if he should point out that this was not a date or if he should promise not to be boring. Neither seemed appropriate.
"Aren't you going to say anything, Hojo?"
"I'll--" He tried to speak normally, but his voice only came out as a whisper. "I'll do my best not to bore you."
She kissed his cheek, then she stood straight again as if nothing happened. "Come then, Doctor. We have appearances to put on."
He followed her, afraid, for a moment, that he might follow her anywhere she took him.