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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stretches when p.e. class is finally over, feeling a little bit like jelly, a little bit like a boulder & a little bit of weakling. shakes his arms a bit to free himself of that feeling, rubbing the back of his neck as he silently tells himself that though the class would only grow to be more strenuous as the semester goes on (especially during the stress-high weeks of exam prep), he'd still enjoy it, not regret it. etcetra. but at the moment, he stinks, even to himself. after spending a rude amount of time at the water fountain (drinking his fill, ignoring his surroundings as usual), he changes directions toward the lockers, intent on taking a quick shower, changing out of his gym clothes & perhaps heading home early for the day. ]

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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on standing there, looking back and forth between michael and anthony in silence. when she feels like the conversation is relatively over she speaks. ]

U-Um... [ peers at anthony curiously. ] Are you hungry for anything in specific? I can make you something to take home with you if you'd like.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shifts a bit guiltily when he realizes that she's been standing there for a while. starts to shake his head slowly, then changes it into a nod. ]

Sure. Uh. . . [ glances up at the blackboard with the day's special. notes the sandwich & points to that. ] That. For two, please?

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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course! It'll be my pleasure!

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ then turns to michael, looking concerned. ]

Big brother... would you like something as well?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Hm? [ doesn't look away from his textbook, half-distracted by that. ] Please. Whatever you feel like cooking is fine.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ wiggles a little happily. ] Alright, I'll do my best.

[ gives a smile over at anthony before she wanders away again. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares after her, then back at michael. opens his mouth, then closes it despite having something to say. instead decides to do the juvenile thing & scoots up a little so that he can kick at a leg of the chair michael's currently sitting on. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem startled or deterred from his concentration, too busy reading one last paragraph. looks up only when he's finished. ]

Did you need something?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ wordlessly kicks again, but this time with more force. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks but still doesn't look disturbed, just confused. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You don't have a honey, do you.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Pardon?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Girlfriend, boyfriend, girlfriend-turned-boyfriend.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I have no need for a significant other. Why?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It shows. Badly.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

And that's important because...?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'll tell you when you're older.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Very well, then.

[ goes back to looking down at his homework. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tugs at every available napkin, including michael's, to them into wannabe-shapes of origami until he crumbles them into balls instead. grabs his straw & draws up some water into it to drip the liquid over the napkins. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ taps his pen on the notebook to his left, quickly jotting down some notes as he flips to another page in the textbook, obviously blind to anthony's antics. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances around briefly. then considers the repercussions for the actions he's about to take. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... eh. ]

Fire ze missiles.

[ aims & throws a wet napkin-ball at the spot between michael's eyes. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ it hits dead-on the spot, but the target doesn't budge until the napkin-ball starts dripping a little onto his textbook. picks it up and, without looking, he reaches over and sets it into the bowl of gummy worms.

shifts back into place, uses an hand to wipe off the excess water, then goes back to work. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Ah, Motherland.

[ throws more, this time toward the hair. ]

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ & it's about this time that she comes back, holding a plate of food in one hand and a white paper bag in the other. brightens up when she notices anthony giving michael attention. ]

Oh! Are you two playing a game?