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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hits send on the text message to alyssa -- that he's coming to visit for a short while -- before he starts up his scooter & steers himself in the direction of nathan's apartment. his backpack is holding only one thing, but it's precious enough of a bundle that he wears the backpack against his stomach. ignores the looks he's getting both on & off the street, parking tinkerbell in her usual corner spot. it's been almost two weeks since he's saw her (two weeks to recover), which is why he'd armed himself with a present in apology.

stands in front of the door to the stairs for a moment, wondering if he's feeling up to the physical exertion today-- then just changes direction to walk in the direction of the elevator. glances up at the ceiling of it when he's on board & pressed the proper number, feeling a little nervous for no reasons he could consciously finger. decides to shrug it off the best he can when he shuffles off it, rummaging around his backpack to take out the wrapped present before something (someone?) in front of a door catches his eye.

... stops. blinks. ]

. . . ? [ belatedly realizes that the boy is front of the door he needs to reach, making him pause, blink & speak: ] . . . Hi.

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[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ continues playing on his DS for a while longer, even when anthony approaches-- only looks up when the voice distracts him away from his game. just stares up at him in silence, as if he's expecting him to say something else more profound. or perhaps he's trying to get the point across that he's disturbing him, though his face is so straight that it doesn't seem like he's thinking much of anything at all. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ......

stares down at the ds for a moment, then points to the door that the boy is sitting against. ]

That's not your house.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ stares up at him blankly. rummages around his black and red backpack, pulling out a sketchpad and a red marker. scribbles something down, holding it up for anthony to see. ]

「 これはあなたの家ではない。 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares at the foreign letters, then back at the boy. ]

I speak no Chinese. Japanese. Korean?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ pauses. scribbles again. ]

「 ... それはそれでもっと楽しくなります。 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ continues to stare at him. then tries to remember something from his gundam movies & bawks out the following in very accented japanese: ] それはガンダムです.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

... !

[ sits up on his knees, tugging on the edge of anthony's shirt a little bit. grabs his sketchpad to write: ]

「 You know Gundam? 」

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . !

[ bends down at the tug to put them at eye-level, his eyes wide at both the english & 'gundam'. nods. ] Uh. Yeah. . .

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It's the love of my life.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ blinks. settles back down & writes, looking a little pleased despite his words. ]

「 You are a strange gaijin. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ slowly settles himself down in front of him as well, blinking again. ]

I understand up to. . . [ points to space between 'strange' & 'gaijin'. ] There.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ peers at the words. turns it around again to write underneath it: ]

「 Not Japanese. White person. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ makes a 'o' shape with his lips in understanding. ]

Foreigner.

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[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 Yeah. 」

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ another long pause, simply staring at anthony for a long moment. then writes: ]

「 Who are you? 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tucks the present back into his backpack. ]

Anthony. I'm Alyssa's friend. [ gestures to the door they're sitting in front of. ] You?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

...

「 I'm not supposed to tell strangers my name. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. Children kidneys don't sell as high on Ebay.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 Stranger gaijin. 」

[ & then he takes out his cellphone, opening it up to send a text message. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ is momentarily distracted by the dangling pikachu keychain on the boy's phone, going a bit red at how cute it is.

-- then, yet again belatedly, flails a little. ]

9-1-1 is not the answer!

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ ignores his flailing, too busy holding up the cellphone to anthony's face. tilts it a little bit to the right before-- click.

looks down at the photo he took of him, giving a short nod. presses "send". ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ freezes. ]

HRK--?!

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ pulls his legs to his chest as he stares down at his cellphone, waiting for a response. sure enough it lets out a little tingling sound before he opens the message.

looks up at anthony. down at the text message. shuts his phone and pockets it, once again lifting his sketchpad to write: ]

「 Hana said you aren't a shotacon. You can be trusted. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ calms a bit when he realizes that the police wouldn't be arriving in a moment or two. stares at the foreign word on the sketchpad, then back at the boy. ]

Show-ta-con?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 People who like to touch little boys. 」