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[ 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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[ gives him a thumbs-up with his free hand. ]

Never been better!

[ shakes out his own legs a little to put some feeling back into them. ]

You should eat more.

Says the boy who's like, what, a hundred pounds?

[ puffs out his cheeks a little in retaliation. ]

Hundred fifteen. Twenty. Thirty. . .

[ rubs anthony's head again. ]

Uh-huh.

My ego hurts.

It's okay, you just gotta find yourself a really skinny girlfriend. Then you'll look big and strong when you're walking next to her!

[ shakes his head. ]

I will escape this fate.

Oh yeah? How you gonna do that, chocobo?

Working out. Camping at the gym. Inhaling testosterone. Lots of sandwiches.

[ throws his head back and laughs at that, swinging an arm around to put anthony into a headlock. ]

But I like you just the way you are!

[ yelps in surprise, almost dropping the plushies. fumbles for a bit, then pushes at tony's arm for attempted freedom. ]

HRK. N-Not popular with-- ladies--!

[ just holds on a little bit tighter. ]

You wanna steal my women? You're gonna have to go through me.

[ grunts, doubling his wiggling efforts. ]

Other ladies! Other ladies! Non-Tony brand!

[ finally lets him go without a fuss. ]

This still means we're rivals, y'know!

[ rubs at his neck a little uncertainly. ]

I forfeit.

[ snorts and pushes his head away a little bit. ]

No fun.

[ rubs at his head next. ]

Not that desperate.

[ pats his head, as if consoling him. ]

It's okay, young one. You'll get a girl someday.

[ shakes his head tiredly. ]

Someday. But not a priority.

[ strokes his hair instead. ]

What's your priority, then?

Life priority or immediate priority?

[ hums in thought. ]

Both?

Gundam pilot and survive. Respectively.

Of course. How silly of me to think otherwise.