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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]

[ whaps his nose with a few fingers. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Honey. . .

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

No, Anthony.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . I only punched him five times.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at her feet briefly before her eyes shift over to the cell where he's in. can't help but frown a bit. ]

... but you got hurt in the process.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches for again while puffing a minute amount in quiet pride. ]

Not very badly.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

...

[ reaches towards him and pokes the side of his bruised eye. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ flinches away from her hand as per instinct. then belatedly realizes his reaction & glances to the side briefly. ]

They're just sore.

1/2

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ draws the hand back, but her expression doesn't change. ]

You wouldn't be saying that if I grabbed your injured hand right now.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ & then her face softens as she looks down at said hand. ]

... can I help? Just a little bit?

1/3

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ makes a small noise in amusement. ]

You're here. This is helping.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ holds out the injured hand after a moment's hesitation. ]

But if your dad asks, you chose to skip class on your own.

1/2

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts a hand towards it but does not touch the spot, too busy inspecting it instead. ]

And I did choose all by myself! But if he asks why I won't lie to him.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns slightly towards the exit. ]

I'll be right back, okay? I'm sure they have a first-aid kit around here somewhere.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ settles down on the ground right in front of the bars with a small nod. ]

No hurry. I'm getting kinda comfortable.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ can't hold back a small laugh. ]

Of course, my lord!

[ & then turns around and scurries on out. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ follows her exit & waits for a moment to make sure that she's not coming back immediately. then looks down at his cut hand to flex it a bit, examining the damage.

... just blows on the cuts a little while mumbling quietly. ]

Break out the gloves for work, Anthony. Boss'll fret too.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ it takes her a while to locate what she needs as well as pausing to have a small conversation with the officer who helped her. says her thanks, enters the doors again, then plants herself in front of anthony. ]

You know, they're actually very nice people. [ opens the box in her lap. ] I don't think you'll be in here for much longer.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

They're fine allies of the Hero of Justice.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ holds out a hand when she dabs some neosporin on a fresh cotton swab. ]

Oh yeah?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ seems to shrink away a little. ]

My sidekicks.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ cheeks puff up. ]

Anthony...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . But. Pain.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

You'll be in even more pain if you don't give me your hand in five seconds.