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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]

[ & 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.

1/3

[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.

1/2

[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. ]

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ cackles and noogies that much harder, but releases him after he's had his fill. just lets his arm lay loose around him, now that he's not being punched nor feels in any real danger of being punched. ]

So tell me all about Hawaii, kid. What'd you do there? Did anything special happen?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ feels too relieved when he's released, his face only faintly red when he glances at tony. decidedly ignores the latter two questions in favour of addressing a more pressing matter. ]

Kid? I'm in college now, grandpa.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

But you're still shorter than me, little boy!

[ & lifts that arm to place it on top of anthony's head, using him as an armrest. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares up at him through his bangs & starts bending down little by little to make the armrest-treatment progressively more difficult. ]

It must have been the snails you ate.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ uses a foot to give a little kick to his rear-end in retaliation, but thinks seriously on it anyway. ]

Oh, maybe! Radioactive snails? Shouldn't I have been Snailman by now, then? Wait, no, that'd mean I'd be really slow, and I'm not really all that slow. Hmm...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ emits his customary 'oof', but persists with the shortening. ]

Watch out for the salt, Snailman.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ smiles widely at that and moves suddenly, sneaking behind him so that he can grab at anthony and lock him into a cling. ]

IYAAA~ NOT THE SALT-! Save me, Birdman, my life rests within your fluffy little wings!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ jerks, straightening immediately at the contact, torn between wiggling away & staying. ]

That'll be five dollars.