http://cutemajor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cutemajor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] projectroxas2010-07-29 05:53 pm
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[ 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. ]

[identity profile] prettymajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ shakes her head... then smiles up at him a little. ]

Next time it's my turn. 'Kay?

[identity profile] prettymajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ grabs her bag off of the floor. ]

I'll buy you three.

[identity profile] prettymajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ stands as well, shouldering her bag. ]

I think you'll be fine.

[identity profile] prettymajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hand twitches a bit in hesitation, but ends up taking his arm instead to lean in close to his face. ]

Of course. Do I ever lie to you?

[identity profile] prettymajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ pulls back with a satisfied smile on her face, eyes going straight ahead. ]

That's what I thought.

[identity profile] prettymajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ shrugs a bit as they walk out the front door and into the outside world. before they get too far she spots the bus stop a few blocks down to her left, releasing her hold on anthony to point in that direction. ]

I think the bus arrives soon, so I'll head this way, 'kay?

1/2

[identity profile] prettymajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ laughs and pushes his head away gently. ]

Oh, stop!

[identity profile] tweetmajor.livejournal.com 2010-07-30 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ & then she turns and skips down the parking lot, only stopping on the sidewalk when the familiar sound of putt putt putt disappears in the distance.

looks down at the ground and shuffles her feet, slowly yet surely making her way to the bus stop. but when she's there in the empty space she lifts a hand and wipes her eyes, knowing very well that nothing good comes out of crying, yet she understands that she wouldn't have been able to stop herself even if she tried. ]