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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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This Anthony is multi-talented.

I'm not hungry.

But it's your lunch time. I think.

Still not hungry, Anthony.

. . .

Universe imploding in three. . .

[ looks away and pouts. ]

I had a big breakfast, okay? I can't help it.

[ draws the sandwich back slowly. ]

Cross your heart?

Of course. I wouldn't lie to you.

[ pauses for a moment, then settles down on the ground again to rip at the sandwich wrapping. ]

I miss home already, honey.

[ tucks her dress correctly before squatting down in front of him, hands resting on her knees. ]

You'll be back home soon.

. . . Want ice cream after my freedom?

[ rolls eyes up to the ceiling in thought... then shakes her head. ]

Diet, remember?

[ stares at. ]

But you're 1% fat.

[ puffs out her cheeks a little. ]

Diet.

Social brainwashing.

Phooey on you.

Because it's true.

Oh, just eat your sandwich!

[ eats obediently, feeling rather victorious. ]

[ keeps silent as she settles onto the ground finally. wraps her arms around her legs, chin resting on top of her knees. ]

[ pauses mid-bite to offer water this time. ]

[ smiles a little and shakes her head. ]

Yours.

I'm stuffing my face.

I can see that.

[ shrugs. ]

Huge appetites is a hero criterion.