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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ignores the strange looks from the passing drivers as he travels leisurely on his scooter. the sound of the characteristic putt putt putt noise of his transportation fills the driveway when he arrives in front of the mansion. it takes him another minute (or two) to properly park & put the machine to rest.

straightens & leans back in the seat a little as he takes out his phone to quickly type a text message: let me be your guest, mademoiselle & looks up toward a window to wait. ]

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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks surprised momentarily before his eyes narrow slightly, giving him this look. ]

Oh-hoh~ What, did you snag yourself a girl while I was away? Impressive.

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tenses even more at the look, unconsciously curling his hands into fists slowly. ]

She's not someone you can just 'snag'.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ can't stop himself from letting the next words from slipping out. half-hopes that it'll scare the newcomer away. ]

And I'm sorry, I know I am quite popular on Jupiter, but I can't be blamed for not knowing all my fans.

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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

...

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ after he's had the chance to stare at him in silence he just bursts out into loud, uproarious laughter. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes that time to try & wiggle out of the hold. ]

Thank you for your understanding.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ just grips onto him tighter as he finally comes down from his high, though there's something more gentle in the hand that lifts itself to place it right into anthony's hair, warm and nestled into the wayward strands. ]

You're very welcome, chocobo.

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stomps down on the instinct to punch first & ask later when he hears the familiar nickname, too busy freezing. ]

. . . ?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ lightbulb. ]

. . . !

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ mouth opens. closes. opens. sputters a little. ]

T- T- To--

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ PUNCHES. ]

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ his almost-reply is cut short by the punch, reeling backwards from the force and utter surprise that comes with it. a hand reaches up to cup the already reddening area on his face, turning back to his companion fully. ]

WHAT WAS THAT FOR! Aw geez, my beautiful face...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't even strike him to apologize as he's still busy stuttering, trying to melt into the wall in embarrassment. ]

Y- Y- You-- Tony?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on rubbing at his face, looking more and more pathetic as the seconds pass by. ]

You mean you didn't even recognize me? How cold, chocobo, I thought you were just playing hard to get.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ barely hanging onto coherency at this point, trying to backpedal some more while glancing quickly through the corner of his eyes in search of alyssa before reeling back up to tony's face. ]

No! You! Hair! E- Europe?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks down at anthony in silence as he listens to his clipped language. seems to only focus on one part as he pushes back the strands of hair that rests across his face, striking some ridiculous kind of pose. ]

Yeah, isn't my hair sexy? I got it cut just recently, right after I got back home.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares a little bit, but can't bring himself to nod. a few more steps back. ]

It's. . . interesting. Different. . .

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks pretty pleased with his reply but is unable to avoid the natural compulsion to take up his friend's entire personal space; takes a few steps forward, reaching out to run a hand through anthony's hair. ]

Looks like your hair stopped freaking out a little bit. [ thinks, then leans in to sniff. ] Hm, maybe not. Did your girlfriend put some kind of miracle product on it or somethin'?

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stiffens again, but allows the invasion of personal space for a moment before raising a hand to give tony's shoulder a little nudge to reclaim some breathing room while sputtering out a few more sentence fragments. ]

Didn't question it. Her dad's stuff. Doesn't make sense to me. Hair still defying gravity.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks down for a moment, feeling entirely glad for the darkness of the party as he clears his throat to regain some normalcy despite the persisting blush. ]

. . . is pineapple hair popular in Europe?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ just allows anthony to word-vomit, opting to stay quiet as long as he is possibly able to. when the last words are said he puffs out his chest and steps back an inch, looking as proud as he can get. ]

Nope, but it sure is popular with the ladies!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . [ finally seems to calm down a bit, deflating a tad for reasons he can't quite fully grasp right at this moment. rubs at his face a bit with his free hand. ]

Food is the way into a woman's heart?

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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ just smirks down at him. ]

You have no idea.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puts his hands on his hips, looking around. ]

So where's your girl, huh. Is she cute? What's her name? Where'd you meet her?