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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ packs the essential water bottles & sandwiches in his backpack before he's off, putt putt putting to the fair's designated parking spot. doesn't immediately head for the meeting spot, however, strolling on over the bathroom first to do his business. before he leaves, he takes a moment to poke at some of the misbehaving strands on his head in a slightly disgruntled manner. attempts smoothing the strands down twice, then shakes his head, accepting the catastrophe that had been yesterday's sudden rain shower.

making his way back into the outside world, he ignores the trail of waddling seagulls behind him & begins to lazily walk toward the ticket booth to wait for alyssa & tony. ]

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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ wiggles pathetically. ]

Okay okay! Just lemme go!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ lets go & gives him a pat on the head. ]

There, there. It won't fall off.

1/2

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ rubs at it. ]

I need it to work, at least...

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ steps a few times to the right to come up in front of anthony, hands on hips his as he leans forward. ]

Your boss does smell like flowers, by the way. Very nice. He's super cute, too.

1/2

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . ?!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't even notice the proximity, too busy lifting a hand to give another pat, but this time to a shoulder. ]

. . . Heard Hungary was nice.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ stands up straight & holds his hands up. ]

Don't worry, I didn't touch him! No harm done.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ rolls his eyes upward, making a mental note to apologize later. ]

Close enough to smell, close enough to fluster.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ scratches the back of his head a little. ]

Yeah, he seemed really shy. Is he always like that?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ pokes him between the eyes as retribution. ]

How many pots did he break?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ twitches. ]

Like, three. Then he dropped the cup of water he tried to give me.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ jabs again. ]

If his band-aid count is over six, hide under your bed.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ whines at the poke. ]

I only noticed four!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ & again. ]

Baby animal abuse.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ grabs that hand swiftly, holding it in place. ]

I think he's gonna be fine.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't miss a beat, lifting his other hand to go for the forehead again while he gives a nod. ]

Stronger than he looks.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ grabs that hand too. ]

He looks like he's twelve. How does he even manage when you're not around?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ considers kicking, but settles for attempting to tug his hands back instead. ]

He's had practice.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lets go without a fight. ]

If you say so.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ decides to save the last poke for later & lets his hands fall to his sides harmlessly. ]

I like that job, James Bond.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a smile nonetheless. ]

You wanna work with flowers as a permanent job or somethin'?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, then just shakes his head. ]

Just as a hobby.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ his smile turns a bit softer, lifting a hand to briefly brush back anthony's bangs. ]

Do you like your boss that much?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans into that touch & turns his gaze to the ground, expression going both soft & sad as he thinks back to the previous week. ]

. . . Yeah.

[cawmajor.livejournal.com]

...

[ notices the look, his expression shifting to something that's more concerned yet unsure. hand hovers there before he places it more firmly on the top of anthony's head, thumb stroking the soft hair. opens his mouth to speak, ready to ask what's wrong-- ]