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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. ]

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ it had been a good week and a half since she had broken up with her second boyfriend, attempting to keep herself occupied and busy as to not think too much on it. the day had been lazy, however, her morning classes canceled which left her with nothing better to do than clean her dorm and study the things she had already studied in detail for.

so this leads her to climbing into her pajamas and planting herself on the couch, staring blankly at the television as she flips through the channels a bit lazily. her brain slowly falls into a pattern after an hour passes by: reaches into the bag of chips on her left, munches on them slowly, then hopes the rest of the day would go by quickly. it is not a very profound pattern, but for her it is better than nothing. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ there are several things of note about him, today in particular: one, he has a tupperware full of cookies tucked under his arm when he arrives at her dorm. two, he has a fake mustache plastered below his nose. three, his hair is behaving. somewhat. all of that plus his general presence is enough to turn a few heads when he rides up the elevator to alyssa's floor, seemingly ignorant of the uncomfortable staring that the other inhabitants of the elevator are shooting him.

it's with that same social immunity that he stands in front of her door, knocking at it. looks a little more excited than usual, though the expression is hard to make out from under his usual straight-faced default. ]

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[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ jumps slightly at the sound, turning down the volume a bit to hear if the person is going to speak or not. changes it to mute when nobody speaks, instead getting up from her perch to pad on over towards the door.

hesitates briefly and then shakes her head. opens it, peering out. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ smiles brightly when she notices who it is, opening the door further. ]

... ! Anthony!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

...

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ & then she can't help but start laughing at him when his appearance comes to her full attention. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks pleased, a smile quirking his lips as he hands over the tupperware. says in some bizarre accent: ]

It's Farsang. I brought offerings.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes the tupperware gingerly, scooting back a bit to let him in. ]

Oh, my most favorite holiday ever. How did you know.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles in, scratching at his chin. ]

The magic of the internet.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head a bit and motions for him to come in. then looks around her dorm, blushing a little bit at the uncharacteristic display of messiness, having skipped the living room area when cleaning earlier in the afternoon. ]

Um. Sorry for the mess...

[ places the tupperware on a table, scooting over to some of the clothes to begin picking them up. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ starts to help, draping a pair of pants over the couch for her to get to later. ]

It's okay. You've seen mine, so we're even.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ rushes over to get said pair of pants, chucking them into her room before closing the door. moves the empty cups and bag of chips from the couch and table, placing them in the small kitchen unit to the side. wanders back over, sitting on the couch. pats the seat next to her. ]

So what do we do on Farsang?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ immediately claims that spot. ]

Have a carnival with lots of music.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

But I don't have anything resembling a carnival...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ points to his mustache. ]

That's why I improvised.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches over to tickle it with a finger. ]

It's very becoming of you.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ goes cross-eyed, then turns away to sneeze. turns back. ]

It's delicate.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puts the hand down, reaching over for the tupperware instead. ]

Of course. I must mind my manners, then.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ smooths it back against his skin when he feels it starting to peel. ]

The only rule to Farsang is to have fun.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ noms on one of the cookies, offering the tupperware to him. ]

Then I guess this means we'll have to party hard.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

Their sugar levels were calibrated for my honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I've already eaten enough sweets as it is...

[ but dutifully begins to eat another while hugging the tupperware to her stomach. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You could save them for hard times.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

No!

[ noms. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ slides off the couch to visit the kitchen for a moment, returning with a cup of water. ]