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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]

[ stops his downward descent, pleased that he's gradually readjusting himself to the hair petting at the very least. ]

Thinking you need a secretary instead.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

Sorry! Don't have any time to even get one! I'm quite the busy bee, you know.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Excess damsels in distress?

1/2

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pats his head a few times before removing his hand. ]

Yeah, that and some other stuff, I guess.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. ]

So! Why this school, chocobo? What're you planning on majoring in?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances at & hesitates for a moment. speaks slowly. ]

. . . Lyssa chose the school, and I'm probably going to major in business. [ shuffles feet during a short pause. ] You?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods a few times while he listens, then pauses and looks up at the ceiling in thought. after a long pause he says: ]

Sexual Education!

1/5

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . . . .

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Did you fail grade 5?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

No. Why?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches over to give him another pat. ]

It's okay to be honest. Lyssa and I will accept you.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ grabs that hand quickly, just holding it. leans down close enough so that their noses are touching, an eyebrow raising. ]

Really?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ slides down the wall a few more inches. ]

P- Probably. . .

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pulls back and laughs once, one hand going towards a fluffy patch of hair while the other still holds onto one of anthony's. ]

You're still so cute, chocobo! How does he do it, folks.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hesitantly returns the hand hold when tony's face leans away some. ]

It's an acquired skill.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ keeps that hold on anthony's hand as he tilts his head away in thought. ]

Man, I'm parched. Didn't you say that the princess was getting you something to drink? Where'd she go? [ pauses, then waves himself off. ] Well, whatever, she's probably okay. Let's go get something before all the good stuff is taken!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

I'm good. She'll be back here as soon as she's able to get past her fans.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

You won't be my date over at the punch bowl, then? Damn, I think I'm a little disappointed.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ quickly turns his eyes downward, his hold loosening a bit. ]

Birdman works on a first-come, first-serve basis.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks down at him, letting go of his hand. ]

Really? [ thinks about it briefly. ] Well, at least you're dedicated. Gotta give you credit for that.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ runs his fingers through his bangs for the sole reason of needing something to do. ]

. . . Yeah. She's our princess.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puts his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly so that he can look at anthony from the corner of his eye. ]

Wrong. She's your princess now, isn't she?