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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares at. ]

But you're 1% fat.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs out her cheeks a little. ]

Diet.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Social brainwashing.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Phooey on you.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Because it's true.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Oh, just eat your sandwich!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ eats obediently, feeling rather victorious. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

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

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

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

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ smiles a little and shakes her head. ]

Yours.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'm stuffing my face.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I can see that.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

Huge appetites is a hero criterion.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches out to stroke his hair a bit affectionately. ]

I like hearing that.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans into the stroking with a blink. ]

. . . ?

1/3

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ the stroking dies down a bit as she looks towards the ground, almost as if in deep thought. ]

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ hand eventually stills completely as she speaks softly, low enough for only them to hear. ]

You know... you said you wanted to protect me. As long as you could. And you did. You protected me the only way you knew how to, even if you got hurt in the process. I... think you were very brave.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ finally pulls the hand away, placing it back around her legs again. looks back up, the smile on her face faint but nonetheless sincere. ]

Thank you.

1/2

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ listens silently. then puts the sandwich down on its wrapping on the ground as his voice drops to a similar, quieter volume. ]

This won't be the last time. Or the only time. If I get hurt, I'll heal. I can forgive myself for that, but I. . . [ pauses, switches direction. ] I still want to. Protect you. Even if that might not. . . be the way you want me to.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head & takes a deep breath now. ]

. . . But for this, you're welcome.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ slowly cranes her neck slightly to look over at the cell where another familiar face lies. fights with herself, trying to come up with some other solution. in the end she only comes up with one, and thus she says: ]

... you should stop protecting me.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts his head to look up at her slowly, fully, the words sinking into his mind with painful sluggishness. can do nothing but blink for a moment before he manages to exhale a questioning: ]

Lyssa. . . ?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head and slowly stands up. looks down at him, expression melancholy even when she speaks evenly. ]

I'm a big girl now, remember? I don't need it.

1/2

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ follows her upward with his eyes when she stands. also begins to rise. ]

But I. But you--

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ voice hitches up a tad in volume in panic. ]

But you told me I still could! That I should follow. . . [ volume drops again, hand coming up to his chest. ] Follow this.