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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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[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?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks downward, giving a dramatic sigh. ]

It's probably for the best...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ clutches at her shoulders. ]

Tell me why!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head in mock sadness. ]

I'm afraid you and I were just never meant to be.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But I even worked hard to get a job to support our life together.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Yes, but... my father, darling, you know he would not approve!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ dramatic pause. ]

We can run away. Start a new life in Australia.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gasps. ]

How could we? Do you think the kangaroos would accept us for who we really are? That our love would survive the blazing heat and dry land?