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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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[ blinks, but sings along dutifully. ]

It rolled off the ta-a-able. . . and on to the floor. . . [ sniffs on cue. ]

. . . [ just stares down at them for a long moment. shakes his head and holds up his hands to stop them and get their attention. ]

Okay, no, we're not doing this.

Embrace your inner child.

[ thunks them both on the head lightly. ]

Before that, don't you want to stop that boiling water from overflowing?

BEAUTIFUL NOODLES--!

[ scrambles back onto his feet, flailing a little as he gets the pots away from the fire. ]

[ jumps up as well, looking equally as flustered. ]

Oh, no! Did you save them? Did you, did you?

[ is poking at the noodles with a spoon, expression a little dejected & dazed at the same time. ]

I failed you. . .

[ shuffles over to peek around anthony's shoulder. ]

Oh, no...

... are you guys done yet? I'm kinda hungry.

[ cranes his head to look at them both. ]

. . . Overcooked noodles. Still okay?

Well sure! Can't waste food, right?

I can pack this into my dad's lunch.

... that's low, chocobo.

[ shrugs, picking the pot up to drain the water from it. ]

Still nicer to his arteries than cheeseburgers.

[ watches alyssa follow anthony around as he does his work. ]

S'that all he eats?

[ glances at alyssa, a look of worry flashing across his face briefly. then seems to shake that off as he reaches upward for three bowls. ]

When he has the choice.

[ starts to move the chair back to its rightful place before returning. looks down at alyssa, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her from scurrying around too much. ]

Do you still make stuff for him when he's around?

[ nods, dividing the noodles into three portions. peers down at the sauce, quickly tasting it before dividing that as well. picks up two bowls, handing them over to his friends. ]

Less accidents that way.

[ lets go of alyssa when she perks up and takes her bowl silently, reaching over to do the same. ]

So you're like a housewife, right?

[ scrunches his nose in response. then retrieves the utensils while making shoo motions toward the table. ]

Without the benefits.

[ when alyssa moves away first he sidles up beside anthony, leaning in to murmur into his ear: ]

What kind of benefits would you like, hm?

[ tries to twitch away, ducking his head between his shoulders. ]

F-Free tuition, and. . . a turtle?

[ chuckles and presses a kiss on the top of his head. ]

Aw, so boring~

[ straightens and pauses when he sees alyssa already sitting and cramming the spaghetti into her mouth. begins to laugh, moving closer to put his bowl down and pick up a napkin from one of the napkin holders at the table. leans over to wipe alyssa's mouth off. ]

What are you doing? Silly girl.

[ blinks up at him. smiles widely and laughs happily in reply before going back to her food. ]

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