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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sitting on his scooter out in the parking lot of the building that he knows is alyssa's last class of the day, elbows braced against the handles as he waits. only checks the clock of his cellphone once when the stream of people appear, signaling the end of the hour. thinks about texting her, but manages to refrain, quietly waiting for a certain princess to appear. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ he gets to his feet when he sees that she's making a beeline, arms opening instinctively. ]

Hi, honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ runs into his arms and rubs her face into him as she whines. ]

Sad!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ raises a hand to the back of her head to give her hair a few hesitant pats. ]

But I'm buying you a smoothie.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ reluctantly stands up straight again, folding up the paper in her hands to shove it into her bag. shuffles her feet a bit. ]

You haven't been out here for very long, have you?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances at the paper & then looks back up at her face. shrugs. ]

Couple of minutes?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods a bit, looking satisfied with his response. peers over at the scooter, bending slightly towards it. ]

And how are you today, Tinkerbell?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Fat.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Oh, you should never tell a lady she's fat!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans back against the seat & gives it a pat. ]

She appreciates my honesty.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives her a loving pat as well. ]

Don't worry, Tinkerbell. You're beautiful just the way you are.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

One day. When you can fly.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ wordlessly whaps his shoulder with a hand. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans away a bit. ]

I call favouritism.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ tugs on his sleeve, ignoring the comment. ]

What are we waiting for, silly? I'm hungry!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

The fairy gold dust.

[ hands her the helmet anyway. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes it and snaps it on. ]

You should get two helmets soon, darling.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ swings a leg over the seat to properly seat himself, giving the space behind him a pat. ]

Don't worry, honey. I'm a professional.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I still want you to be safe...

[ carefully hops on, making sure to tuck her (thankfully long) dress in the right places. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ & so starts the usual routine of putt putt putt-- ]

Tinkerbell is good to me. When I keep her fat.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ wraps her arms around him anyway, placing her chin on his shoulder to nuzzle into his neck. ]

Then I think I can accept Tinkerbell as your third love.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ manages to get tinkerbell started up sooner than usual this time around, making him blink for a moment. then starts steering her out of the parking lot. ]

Fourth.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Fourth?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Neverland.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Aw phooey! I guess I have more competition, then...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ risks glancing back at her when they stop for a red light. ]

You're safe.