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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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Yes, you're just withering away in here, aren't you.

[ sucks in his cheeks to make them look shriveled up. seems to be pointedly ignoring the fish lips he also gains as a side effect. ]

I'm dying, honey.

[ blinks... then begins to laugh at his face, pointing at it and everything. ]

S-stop it! You look so silly!

[ keeps at it. ]

But I'm so pretty and witty.

[ pinches his lips together with two of her fingers. ]

What was that? "I think Alyssa is pretty and witty"? Aw, you shouldn't have~

[ makes an undignified squeak in surprise before he emits a few muffled sounds that sounds suspiciously like neverland. ]

[ when she's satisfied she releases him, quickly wiping off her hand on his shirt. ]

You should really stop distracting me, Anthony, it's very unbecoming of a boy.

[ rubs at his abused lips with the back of his unbandaged hand. ]

Can't help it. Hobby of choice.

[ gently pushes his face away, careful to not catch his bruised side. and then smiles as she gives him a tiny shrug, her next works taking on a teasing edge: ]

You should find another hobby.

[ doesn't say anything more than that as she turns to walk down the hall, a very small, almost unnoticeable smile tugging at her lips. ]

[ watches her leave yet again, keeping his eyes trained on the only other occupied cell until she fully disappears. only then does he goes back to settle himself down on the flat, thin mattress on the other end of the cell. leans his weight back on his hands as he looks up at the ceiling, closing the bruised eye as he waits for her return. ]

[ it takes her almost twenty minutes, but when she finally returns she has two water bottles and two packaged sandwiches balancing in her arms. peeks around the corner into his cell, pausing a moment. then says in her best imitation of anthony's previous chinese accent: ]

Pizza delivery! That'd be five dollars.

[ makes a sneezing sound that sounds more or less a snicker even when his expression remains relatively neutral. also puts on his chinese accent to respond. ]

Why five dollar when it can be one dollar fifty.

[ steps sideways to stand in front of the cell, holding out the items. ]

High tax rate.

[ slides off the bed to waddle forward, accepting the items thankfully. ]

No sale?

[ shakes her head. ]

I'm afraid not.

[ tucks the sandwiches under his armpit so that he can open the water to take a sip first. ]

Put it on my tab.

[ turns slightly so that she can lean on the bars and still look at him at the same time. ]

I suppose I could do that.

[ offers a sandwich. ]

[ shakes her head again. ]

No, that's yours.

I'm okay with one.

Save it for later. You could be in here for days.

[ falters for a moment, but continues to hold it out for her. ]

Don't worry. I have mind control.

[ crosses her arms over her chest. ]

I don't believe you~

This Anthony is multi-talented.

I'm not hungry.