[For just a second or two, every particle of her mind was sure that he wasn't real.]
[That she was seeing things-- or maybe having a dream. She'd had lots of dreams after coming back from Johto, so it wouldn't have been new. Dreams of having her Pokemon back-- of Cujo especially. Dreams of her friends. They were a pleasant change of mood from the normal dreams that plagued her sleep, but even so, they almost always left an unshakable melancholy in their wake.]
[But the sound of the bags hitting the floor jerked her back to reality and she stared at him, jaw hanging slack.]
[She was rooted to the floor just like he was, only in her case it was a paralyzing fear that if she moved a muscle, it would wind up being a dream after all.]
[... But then the rest of her brain remembered that it didn't do that deer-in-the-headlights shit. Ignoring the word of caution (and in fact kicking one of the cans out of the way as she went), she stepped forward, crumpling one of the bags under one boot in her hurry to reach out and TOUCH. First it was a hand planted square on his chest, almost like she planned to shove him (she didn't, thankfully)-- and the solidness under her palm was enough proof for her.]
Kaito!
[Unless he was about to fight her off or something, the hand-on-the-chest would quite suddenly be replaced by both-arms-around-the-torso. Because he was solid. He was there.]
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[That she was seeing things-- or maybe having a dream. She'd had lots of dreams after coming back from Johto, so it wouldn't have been new. Dreams of having her Pokemon back-- of Cujo especially. Dreams of her friends. They were a pleasant change of mood from the normal dreams that plagued her sleep, but even so, they almost always left an unshakable melancholy in their wake.]
[But the sound of the bags hitting the floor jerked her back to reality and she stared at him, jaw hanging slack.]
[She was rooted to the floor just like he was, only in her case it was a paralyzing fear that if she moved a muscle, it would wind up being a dream after all.]
[... But then the rest of her brain remembered that it didn't do that deer-in-the-headlights shit. Ignoring the word of caution (and in fact kicking one of the cans out of the way as she went), she stepped forward, crumpling one of the bags under one boot in her hurry to reach out and TOUCH. First it was a hand planted square on his chest, almost like she planned to shove him (she didn't, thankfully)-- and the solidness under her palm was enough proof for her.]
Kaito!
[Unless he was about to fight her off or something, the hand-on-the-chest would quite suddenly be replaced by both-arms-around-the-torso. Because he was solid. He was there.]
[She didn't know how, but he was.]