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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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[ ... choose not to question this. ]

As long as I don't wake up with rashes.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs out her cheeks. ]

Why would you wake up with rashes?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I could have a deathly horse allergy.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Then you wouldn't be able to even be around him, sillyhead.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Your logic is not welcomed here.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Then should I keep quiet for the rest of the ride home~?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

No. I must convert you away from logic.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

And how will you accomplish that, darling.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You could sing a song with me.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ eyes light up. ]

What kind of song?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ starts it off in his monotone voice. ]

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, de-li-li-lii. . .

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ beams, sitting up straighter so that she can sing properly: ]

There they are all standing in a row!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . You know this song?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks and tilts her head a little to the side. ]

Yes?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Then you were hiding information of vital importance from me.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ sticks her nose up in the air, even if he can't see it. her words are playful when she speaks: ]

It's not like I have to tell you everything, you know~

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But what about my duty as the number one vault for Lyssa gossip?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Maybe you'll have to retire soon.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ slows the scooter down as they near her mansion. ]

No. I don't want to.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

What if I said you didn't have a choice.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ parks the scooter. turns around to give her the most pathetic expression that he can manage. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ tilts her head at him in mock curiosity, an innocent expression on her face. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ pathetic. look. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts a hand, putting it into his nest of hair. ]

I'm sure you'll find a better job someday.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hair seems to droop a little. ]

Honey. Are you breaking up with me?