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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]

[ 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.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ does his swagger-and-reel routine from the punch. seems to let the words go right over his head, rubbing the already-bruised spot with a kicked puppy look on his face. ]

You keep hitting me...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sighs & gives him another pat. ]

Don't worry. Pineapples don't bruise.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ still nurses his wound and looks away, muttering: ]

Man, maybe I should've stayed in France. People didn't hit me in France.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks downward at those words, but recovers in time to fire back anyway. ]

Because if they hit an American, it'll be World War 3.

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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

PFFT. Like they care.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ wraps an arm around anthony's shoulders and noogies him. hard. ]

You're so cheeky, kid! When did you get so manly, huh?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ chokes out a disgruntled noise at the noogie, yelping as he wiggles for freedom. ]

I-- flew first-class to Hawaii?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gasps, stopping his noogies to look down at him. ]

Really? That must've been SWEET. Did you go with your GIRLFRIEND? [ ... and noogies him some more. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ & of course, yelps some more, hands gripping tightly onto the arm around his shoulders as he tries to yank his head away. ]

You're-- you're messing u-- [ swallows the rest of his sentence in time, replacing it with a flailing hand. ]