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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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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks up from her current perch in front of the mirror towards her phone when she hears it vibrate, eyes lighting up in excitement. leaves the small white stool to grab at her phone on her bed, smile widening considerably after reading the text message; doesn't take any time in running over to her window and popping the shutters open wide.

folds her arms on the windowsill and rests her chin on them before peering down at anthony, head tilting slightly to the side. ]

Oh Romeo, oh Romeo. Where art thou, Romeo?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes a moment to realize that her voice from above is directed at him. slips off his helmet & looks up, silent for a moment as he racks his brain. ]

I don't count Lion King 2 as a Disney classic.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks skyward. ]

Hmm... I guess I should have chosen a different quote, then.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I can live with Lion King the original.

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ goes quiet for a moment, still looking elsewhere in what seems to be deep concentration. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ & then stands up straight, dramatically singing: ]

Caaaaan you feel the looove toniiiight~?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ joins in shortly after: ]

In short our pal is dooo~ooo~oo~med--!!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pouts, putting her head back on the sill. ]

That was a rather ominous line to use.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Right. So for the interests of my own safety, I would like to go home.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

No! As my boyfriend you are entitled to come with me.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't miss a beat: ]

Then for the interests of our collective safety, we should go out for ice cream instead.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

How about we go out for ice cream after the party?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Let's go before. And fashionably never show up.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

How about you get your butt up here instead.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But I haven't been bitten by a radioactive spider yet.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Come through the back door, sillyhead!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I have an F- in stealth.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, someone is waiting there for you. She'll escort you to my room.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods & wrestles his keys from the clutches of his scooter. tucks his helmet underneath one of his arms when he hops up the stairs. is too used to the routine to jump when the door opens just on time for his arrival, ushering him as silently as an average man is capable. self-preservation is what keeps as silent as he possibly can as one of alyssa's ninjas weave their way through a path upward toward alyssa's room.

lifts a hand to knock at the door when he's there while trying not to pretend that he's not too impressed when he realizes that the maid has long-since disappeared since his arrival. ]

Pizza delivery.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ rushes on over to the door and opens it wide, not being able to help herself from throwing herself at him, albeit a little more gently than usual as to not throw them both on the ground. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ can't help but grunt a little still, though he does manage to stand his ground & hugs back. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ but can't seem to help himself when he next says, in his thickest chinese accent: ]

That'd be five dollars.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pulls back when he speaks, looking down at the silk bathrobe on her body. looks back up at him. ]

I don't have my wallet on me, but I'll be more than happy to give you something that's worth five dollars!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ rolls his eyes upward, wondering if he could still get away if he ran for the door. persists with the accent regardless, having a tad too much fun to give it up prematurely. ]

No. Five dollar American or no pizza.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't grace him with a reply, too busy yanking him by the collar of his shirt to drag him inside her room. ]