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[ exactly three and a half months later alyssa returned from her trip with her parents, feeling refreshed and rather happy in the face of what she considered a new beginning. the change of scenery was needed, as well as the lost (& hopefully only brief) contact between friends gave her more of a reason to keep going on strong; to mend things, to make things right again.

it is now that she returns to the campus, having decided that it was best to move back in with her parents for the time being. thinks she merely missed home too much to properly focus on things that needed to be focused on, knowing that the change was necessary and very much so welcomed (from her dad especially). at the moment she resides under one of the trees a bit further out from the building where her first class was held in, contently reading a book to pass the hours until her next class started. flips through it leisurely, eyes trained to focus on that and nothing more. tucks a strand of now-short hair behind an ear, feeling calm and at peace with the world as a whole. ]

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[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ sits back down, looking worried. ]

Oh, no...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances at her, then also moves to settle down again. ]

You could start a rebellion.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

But I'd make all those internet people angry at me!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

4chan will be your ally.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... slowly blinks. ]

What's 4chan?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ feels like he should stop. ... keeps going anyway, having a bit too much fun at the moment. ]

Birthplace of trolls.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

Trolls? Like... [ makes herself look big, arms out to her side to imitate troll-like creatures she's seen on tv. ] That?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

They come in all shapes.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

That's scary...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ makes some hand motions. ]

Flick, and swish.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ brightens up considerably, like a child who knows the answer to a difficult question. ]

Like in Harry Potter!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ finally decides to slow down a bit, letting his lips curve up into a smile. brings up his hands to clap once. ]

Good answer.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ claps her own hands a bit while laughing. ]

Yay, I got praised! Praised~!

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ feels his shoulders droop a little despite himself. ]

Choose your prize.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ opens her arms, giving him a soft smile. ]

A great big hug.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Not ice cream? Cookies? Neverland?

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

Ice cream later. For now...

[ wiggles her fingers a bit. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ eyes flicker away briefly in hesitance, but soon enough he's scooting closer to wrap her into a hug anyway. keeps his hold gentle despite the lingering tenseness in his shoulders. ]

[tweetymajor.livejournal.com]

[ holds onto him tightly, nuzzling her face into his neck. then blinks, feeling like something is off with the way his shoulders don't relax like they usually do. frowns but does not move, the peculiar rising of guilt weighing her down on the spot. wilts a bit in his hold. ]

... I'm sorry. Did I... did I do something wrong?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head & gives her a small squeeze when he feels her wilt. ]

I don't hug guilty people.

1/2

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks down in thought, still feeling something she can't quite comprehend. ]

Okay...

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ is the first to pull back, fidgeting a bit with the edge of her shirt. ]

Can we... still get ice cream, then?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ dislodges himself as well, nodding. pushes himself onto his feet while tugging up his backpack at the same time, grunting at the weight. ]

I want three scoops.

[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ shifts to stand up as well, straightening her clothes. bends again to grab her bag, shouldering it ]

Didn't you say you didn't want to grow horizontally?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It's the time of day to be fickle.