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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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[ completely ignores that order as he starts opening up cabinets, peeking inside. ]

I can help set the table! You shouldn't eat in your room, right?

[ swats at him with the pot. ]

Sure. After I'm done.

[ lets out an awoo! when he's hit. ]

But-!

[ sets the pot down on the stove, pointedly ignoring the sound effect. ]

Go talk with Lyssa.

[ rubs the sore spot pathetically. ]

But she's playing a game...

[ pauses to glance at him again. ]

By herself?

[ gestures a bit with a hand. ]

Your Nintendo-thing.

DS. [ pauses. thinks. blinks. ] . . . She knows how to play?

I dunno. You'd know better than I would.

[ makes a sound of consideration before turning back to his task. points to the table & chairs set just outside the kitchen region. ]

Sit there, then. Won't take long.

Oh boy!

[ trots out of the kitchen to sit down on one of the chairs. pauses, staring in thought... then grabs that chair to place it inside the kitchen. plops down on it, staring up at anthony with a big stupid smile on his face. ]

[ sighs & shakes his head fondly. yawns a little while he wordlessly gets to work, letting the noodles cook while putting together the sauce to the side. ]

[ leans forward a bit to rest his forearms on his knees, watching anthony carefully. ]

You tired? I could fix the rest if you'd like.

[ looks up from where he's stirring the sauce. lifts up his free arm to flex it lazily. ]

The force is with me.

[ watches him for a moment before standing, taking two steps forward to stand behind him. reaches to wrap his arms around his waist, nuzzling his nose into his hair. ]

Oh yeah?

[ face reddens, but feels too tired to properly freak. grunts a bit. ]

Shouldn't doubt your master, padawan.

[ peeks down at him. ]

Oh? You're into the master-servant thing, then? That's interesting, didn't cap you off as the type to play those kinds of games!

[ starts groping around for something to swat at him with again. ]

. . . Dirtying Star Wars. I've raised you wrong.

[ releases a hand to catch that wrist. brings it up to brush his lips against the skin. ]

If you got what I meant, then you're just as dirty.

[ ... finds enough energy to blush full-force at those particular words & the gesture. tries to yank his hand away, glancing left & right as he starts fidgeting for freedom without upsetting the pots. ]

That! Not! Everyone knows--?!

[ rakes his teeth against his wrist, pulling him a bit closer. ]

I doubt Alyssa would've gotten it.

[ emits one of his customary HRK noises & starts flapping the fingers of his caught hand to slap at tony's nose the best he can. ]

She wouldn't even get Star Wars!

[ grunts when he's hit, holding on a bit tighter. ]

No?

[ yelps & tries to shove him backwards a bit. ]

No! Probably! Too old! Maybe just the new ones. . . ?

[ laughs and just uses that attempt at shoving to instead pull him closer. tilts his head and chomps down lightly on anthony's ear with a grin, his other hand attempting to wiggle up underneath his shirt. ]