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[ 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]

What'd your dad say?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ is silent for a long moment, thinking. ]

... he told me to go talk to uncle Damon.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ is also silent, trying to determine whether or not she's joking. ]

He's very helpful.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Well, he seemed fine with it! A little sad, but I'll visit home as much as possible.

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[ smiles a bit. ]

It's a phase that every parent has to go through.

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Even my dad. Someday.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puts her head on his shoulder, tilting it a little bit. ]

I think he'd miss you a whole bunch.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Too much.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ cranes her neck to kiss the side of his face. ]

I think it's precious.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans back against her gently, tiredly. ]

He'd be glad someone thinks so.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I hope to be a parent like that someday. [ wraps her arms around his neck, even if she has to shift to a somewhat uncomfortable position. sounds hopeful with her next words: ] Do you think I'd make a good mom?

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[ lets himself rest against her, closing his eyes as he smiles. ]

You'd be a great mom, Lyssa. Your kids are lucky.

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ does not push back the shy smile that comes upon her face, feeling an indescribable warmth seep through her at his words as she holds onto him a bit tighter. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ & then she nuzzles his hair, fraying the already flipped strands. ]

No babies yet! Ice cream first, ice cream!

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[ movement comes to him gradually, slowly straightening his back as he plucks the key out of his scooter & onto his feet. another beat, then he's offering a hand toward her. ]

I guess I do owe you a strawberry sundae.

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[ takes off the helmet and blinks when the hand is extended, reaching out after a moment's pause to take it and give it a squeeze. hops down and adjusts the purse on her shoulder, giving him a nod when she's ready. ]

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[ simply turns in the direction of the ice cream place that they frequently visit. ]

Do I want chocolate or chocolate mint?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Hmm... chocolate mint sounds better to me.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

On a waffle cone.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

With sprinkles?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

And chocolate on top.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Can I have a bite~?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

If it's really only one bite.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I'm not Tony! One bite means one bite.

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It may have been contagious.