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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]

[ 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.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts a hand to push his face away. ]

I'm never safe.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... glances again with a pathetic look in place. ]

I can't let go of Gundam.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ clings on a bit tighter, burying her face into his back as she murmurs out, mostly to herself: ]

Five, then...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, having managed to caught that thanks to their proximity. ]

Mister Duck only owns my soul.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head a bit at that, just resting her cheek against his back. ]

Are we there yet?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ nearly misses the green light, moving only when there's a light honk from behind. starts up tinkerbell again despite the insistent feeling to pull over to ask. ]

Tacos or sandwich?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks. looks up at the sky and hums. ]

Sandwich, I think.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ at that, he makes a swift left turn at the intersection that comes up, driving into a small strip mall with a Subway. drives around a little bit in search for a suitable parking space. settles for second-best in the end.

calms down the putt putt putt & turns to face her. ]

The usual?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes off her helmet and hands it to him, giving him a wide smile. ]

Yes please!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ lets the helmet dangle from one of the handles as his eyes shift away from her face toward something beyond her head. ]

. . . Let's be adventurous.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ tilts her head. ]

Adventurous?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ points toward the mongolian buffet. ]