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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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[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?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ just blinks at him & shakes his head. ]

It's Lyssa. She went to get punch.

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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks back. ]

Lyssa?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

... ?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ & then he laughs a bit when it hits him. ]

Oh man, are you serious? Well, uh. Congrats, dude!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks again. ]

For what?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks back. ]

For scoring with her? I dunno.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . [ stares. stares some more. reaches out to consoling pats on the shoulder. ]

Lyssa and Anthony date and break up with the rising sun, foreigner.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ face falls a fraction, contorting into something less appealing. ]

Aw jesus, are you one of those couples that breaks up and then gets back together like every other day? Is the sex just that great or something? I mean, you guys can do whatever you want, but still.

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . ?!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . Hey.

[ PUNCHES. more controlled & aimed. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks unimpressed regardless of the target. ]

You should know she's not like that. We're friends.