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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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[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. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ stares. stares some more. in his shock, speaks the first thing that comes to mind: ] . . . I don't like touching big boys either.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ disregards that, too busy writing something else. holds it up. ]

「 Do you know where Nathan is? 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts his head up to nudge it in the direction of the door. ]

He's not in?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 No. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . ? What about Lyssa?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 Who? 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Alyssa. Nathan's. . . [ pauses. ] Room. . . mate.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

... ?

「 Girlfriend? 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ pauses again, struggling with different answers. ]

. . . That's classified. Until episode two hundred.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ blank stare. ]

「 ... otaku. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ returns the blank stare, though for a different reason. ]

O. . . what?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ misses what he says as he's too busy writing something else. ]

「 I'm hungry. Do you know where I can get hot water? 」

1/2

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Not really.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But there's a cafe nearby. You can get food there.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ wordlessly digs into his backpack again. takes out a bowl of instant ramen (http://i56.tinypic.com/30ub9lg.jpg), holding it up for anthony to see. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . !

[ instantly scoots forward a little to get a closer look, expression full of wonder. ] P-Pikachu noodles. . . !

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ puffs up a little bit in pride. rummages again to grab a familiar-looking plush (http://i54.tinypic.com/b8lrm1.jpg), holding that up to him instead. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blush deepens into something full-faced as he lifts his hands to hover around the plush even though he doesn't quite touch it yet. ]

P-P-Pi--!!

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ nods a few times, enthusiastic with anthony's response. squeezes the plush-- pi-KA-chu, or so it exclaims happily. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ seems to flounder a little, then settles for putting a hand on the pikachu's head to give it a rub. ]

So. . . cute. . . !

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ watches him, looking quite pleased. lifts the plush to gently put its face against anthony's cheek, squeezing it again so that it says ka-chu! ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns his head so that he can rub his face into the plush. ]

. . . You came from Neverland.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head a little bit, almost as if he's questioning why he said that. nonetheless he puts the plush down to rest on his own lap, using a hand to tug on anthony's shirt again. scribbles with his free hand: ]

「 Hot water? 」