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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]

[ hand pauses above the doorknob. ]

. . . So it's working?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts her head up slightly to kiss his cheek. ]

Of course it is, darling.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ upon creaking the front door open, he's too stiff & nervous to properly respond, poking his head in to check if the coast is clear. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ watches him with interest. even if she isn't entirely sure why anthony is being so hesitant she looks around too, as if it's some kind of game. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ draws back with a relieved sigh when he realizes he's safe, glancing back at her. ]

Should we run for it, or call your ninja maid?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ is once again about to correct him with the ninja maid comment but cuts herself off at the last minute, focusing on more important matters for now. ]

Let's run for it!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ squeezes her hand for emotional support. ]

Lead us to victory, Pokemon Master.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a tiny sound of acknowledgment, nodding once for show. quickly takes another look around before dashing down the hall and up the stairs, mindful of anthony being attached to her.

when they arrive at her room in one piece she shuts the door behind them quietly, turning towards the designated area in which her purses are situated neatly. plops it down, takes off her headband, then goes in search of that dress shirt that was previously mentioned. not a minute later she finds it, wandering back on over to her companion to present him the shirt. ]

Will this work for you, or should I find something else?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ accepts it & holds it out in front of him as if inspection is required. starts to shake it out a bit. ]

I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. Don't give me rashes.

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head and laughs, giving him a tiny smack to his shoulder. ]

Oh, stop it!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ walks towards the door again, a hand resting on the doorknob. ]

While you get dressed I'll go say goodnight to mommy and daddy, okay?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ quickly shuffles over to grab her wrist. ]

Yeah. Okay. Uh. Secret sleepover. . . ?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gets door only half-way open before pausing to look at anthony. ]

Unless daddy asks, then it's our little secret.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ releases her slowly. ]

. . . I'll be good.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ beams at that as she lets the door shut with a little click before she's on her way, skipping down the hallway towards her parent's bedroom. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ runs a tired hand through his hair as soon as she's gone, slowly lowering himself into a seated position on the edge of alyssa's bed. eyes going downcast for a moment as he takes some time to reflect. shakes it off after a while; even as exhausted as he is, he is quick when he strips & redresses, easily pulling the larger shirt over his head.

leans backwards until he is lying on his back, staring up at the pristine ceiling as he waits for alyssa's grand return. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ & she finally returns after ten minutes, looking very pleased and with a glow about her. blinks when she notices him simply laying there, carefully making her way towards her bed as quietly as possible. when she realizes that he's awake she feels relief overtake her... up until she notices that something is amiss.

looks pointedly at his jeans as she says: ]

What are you doing with those still on?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts his head with some effort. ]

Sleeping.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Take them off!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

No.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ marches over closer to him, not hesitating for a second as she yanks on his pants. hard. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ yelps, almost yanked bodily off the bed as well as his pants coming three quarters off. grabs onto the blankets for dear life. ]

Oh cruel world!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ just keeps on tugging. when his pants don't come off completely with just her pulling she jumps on him, attempting to unbutton the pants. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ yelps again, wiggling & flailing. tries to roll onto his stomach to throw her off as well as trying to kick off his pants in order to earn his freedom. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gets them unbuttoned with some struggling effort, only allowing him to roll her off when she successfully yanks off his pants. lays there and looks at him, clearly very pleased. ]