[ It's only after they part temporarily that, cheek still warm from his touch, she has another increasingly rare moment of clarity. This level of excitement is awfully taboo, and she knows it. The idea of this being a "date" is even more so. But, as she brushes through her hair and stares at her flushed cheeks in a mirror, it's becoming increasingly difficult to tamp down her desire for more. She's waited so long for these feelings and experiences. Shouldn't she be allowed to have them, even if it's a tiny stopgap until she's with the person she should be with?

By the time her hair's braided and she's dressed in her earlier clothes--thanks, Soundwave, for insisting she remove them before they got down and dirty--she's forgotten ever having doubts, and she's smiling brightly when she steps out of her room. His reaction to her reappearance chases away anything bothersome that might be lingering, because holding his hand out! Without her having to ask! Eeeeee! She won't even make a joke about his "cool guy" leaning, which is its own amazing thing.

Eagerly, she snatches his hand up. This is going to be the greatest friend date ever. ]

We shall~

[ Off they go! Unfortunately, without his gift of flight being available this time around, it takes more time to get to the top floors, but that just means more time to hold hands. If he doesn't wimp out and let go when someone gets within 100 feet of them, anyway. What a weirdo...

Once they're nearly there, though? The jokes can begin again. It's what the rabbits would want. ]

Don't embarrass me, okay? I know you're going to see lots of cute things, but if you start making really dumb noises, I might have to leave you to spare myself from the cringe!

[ If anyone's going to be making embarrassing noises, it's her. Queen of projecting, this one. ]