It was fabulous to get to bully Rei. She took it well. She'd been dismissive in the past, using her age and her position by Nahoya's side as an excuse to expect Kitato's compliance. Even when he developed this quieter, unapologetic side, she'd still worn that title out of habit. There hadn't been any of that girl on her desk just now, with his name on her moans. He thought he'd understood her as something forbidden, and become enamored from that, but really, this new Rei was far more addictive.<br/><br/>"I am doing pretty well. I told you I had a meeting with that group. They ended up going on about a point that's not really important to my research, but they handed me a lot of material, so I'm good for a while." Naho was passionate about his work, and Rei knew most of it already. Kit tried not to roll his eyes, he'd done enough to his brother before lunch already, but wore the shadow of a grin when Rei's pretend tied her to being his driver, also. There was something incredibly bittersweet in the air when she extended the endearment before hanging up. It intrigued Kit but also annoyed him<br/><br/>"I'll see you then. Maybe some more Catullus in the car? I need to read up." he offered to see what kind of face she'd respond with before he left her in the sweltering space they'd christened.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Kit didn't have a hard time finding conversation after his last class. The few that had more things to do were flattered by his continued interest and were probably expecting a deeper connection then the one actually being dug. For the flavor of it all, he'd leave her waiting. She'd like to assert herself, key and vehicle, but that would be hard if she was made to delay her homecoming.<br/><br/>It wasn't so hard to see it working, judging by the pinch between her eyes. She seemed intently in disapproval, or some other unpleasant thought, and it was easy to knock on the window to hope to startle her. "I can't wait to go home. School is hard." he offered, running around to his side and throwing the bag in the back. The weather was cooler, but the wind seemed slower. The world was still a cauldron.<br/><br/>"I think..." he started, and his voice was a bit graver. "I can easily forget things." It was an offer to carry their memory as just that. He was sure she'd like the sentiment. "It's a gift, sometimes, when you do something regrettable." he shrugged as though to adjust the weight on his shoulders that she'd liked this morning. The sleeves were down, now. "But maybe." he said as he turned to her, and leaned closer in the increasingly exotic light. "I can have just a little something to send me off into oblivion?" They'd read poetry today, after all. "And things can be like they were." A dark lie.<br/><br/>The smile was overly cruel, sadistic, because it was a soft one, without the edges she'd come to learn in recent years. At some point Kitato had just been a little boy confused about this girl, who was not his mother or sister, but that he loved anyway. She might be brought to remember that boy on the popular face, now. He reached with one hand, if she didn't fight too much, into the trademark, adorable hair to hold the back of her head. A ghost of force, to make her remember fluttering papers and taboo. He knew the pressure she liked, and made the decision for her if she was hesitating.<br/><br/>A peck first, but if lips lingered, could she be coaxed to burn a little brighter in the sinking day? With his tongue, he could ask her's to be nostalgic, as well.