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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]

... ?

「 I have ramen. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ swings their connected hands toward hiro to bump it against his side. ]

I'm cooking.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ moves a little to the side from the bump but steps back easily enough. ]

「 American food. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . You don't know any? Specifics?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 Hamburgers. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ smacks at his side again with their hands. ]

No. Bad.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ jumps a little at that, having not expected that response. stares up at him with a perplexed look on his face. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ points at his chest, above his heart. ]

Hamburgers are bad for your health. And make you round.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at his chest, blinking. back up at anthony. ]

「 But don't all Americans eat hamburgers? 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It's a phase that Americans go through.

[ pushes the button to cross the street, then admits: ] Guess not everyone grows out of it.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ puffs his chest a little. ]

「 I have had McDonalds before. They give you toys. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

Haven't done Gundam or Pokemon in a while, though.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

... ?

「 They have Pocket Monsters DS decorations right now. For Black and White. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at him, looking rather excited. ]

Now? Here, too?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ looks confused for a moment. types when he thinks he has the answer. ]

「 I haven't been in an American McDonalds before. 」

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ droops. ]

. . . Oh. Probably not here then.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

「 I have some that I haven't opened. You can have them. 」

1/2

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . !

[ ignores the 'go' signal to look down at him instead. ] No, they're yours. I can order them on Ebay.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches over to ruffle his hair. ]

But thanks.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

...

[ looks extremely pleased at the hair ruffling, basking in it for a moment. then tugs at anthony's hand, signaling that they should cross before it's too late. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances up at the 'go' sign again, then starts leads them onward. not speaking until they're across. ]

How about fried rice?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

... ? [ tilts head up at him. ] 「 That's an American dish? 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

No. But it tastes good.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ thinks about it... then just nods. ]

「 Okay. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ peers down at. ]

Did you want something else?