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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ a lazy summer afternoon seemed like the perfect opportunity for alyssa to drag her best friend to the tv room in the mansion; it seemed like an even better idea to play new moon as their movie of choice, having missed the chance to see it in theaters because of final exams and graduation.

she keeps quiet, too enthralled in the thought that tony had actually agreed to sit down and watch it with her... up until they get fifteen minutes into the movie, that is. shifts slightly in her position against tony, a disgruntled look appearing on her face. ]

This movie is nothing like the book!

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You have to be fast.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

But my driver doesn't drive very fast...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Teleport.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

... but I can't do that!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Then just make sure you bring some lemon tarts.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, I can do that! Okay!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives her a fond pat. ]

Then you're set.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ decides that this is a good time to launch herself at him, attempting to give him a hug as they topple onto the ground. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

He--

[ his yelp is cut short when she hits bulls-eye, just barely managing to catch her as they fall. makes another 'oof' sound when the back of his head meets the floor, making him stare dazedly up at the ceiling. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ is pretty pleased when she gets her sort-of hug, nestling into it without paying any attention to his distress or pain. as usual. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ groans quietly. ]

Ow.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ just keeps her hold on him while cuddling. ]

Aw, do I have to kiss it to make it feel all better?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns his head away to the side. ]

It's too late for me.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ scoots a little further up, peeking at his face. ]

Not if I use my healing touch.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ brings up his his hands to shield his face as best he could. ]

You gotta let go, honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ clings a little harder, pressing her face into his chest. ]

I'll never let go!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ carefully brings a hand down to pat at her hair, stroking it once to comfort. ]

I want you to have my grilled sandwich maker when I'm gone.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ huffs but doesn't lift her head, too happy with that pat and stroke. ]

That's all I get to have?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ considers this for a moment. ]

If you acknowledge that Gundams are better than Transformers, you can have my posters too.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

No, I think your dad should inherit them, in memory of his only son's one true love.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hums in agreement. ]

Do you want my PSP then?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

But I don't know how to use it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I think smelly has one too. You can ask him.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ moves one arm from around him, using a few fingers to pinch his arm. hard. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ flinches. ]

Ow!