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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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[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. ]

1/2

[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?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[ nudges the last ball of napkin toward her. ] I was going to go for the glasses next.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ points his pen at anthony while still staring at his textbook. ]

I believe he is concerned over your well-being.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ looks over at michael, then back to their guest. ]

... ?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ just throws the napkin-ball at michael himself. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ tilts to the side just quick enough to have it miss him, returning back to center to run a hand through his hair to remove the other ones that landed there. ]

Perhaps he has a crush on you, but I highly doubt it. Either way he does not think I treat you very well.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ shakes her head, moving towards anthony again. ]

Oh, no, please don't think that. Big brother is very kind and generous.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head at michael, at a small loss. then turns to anne & says one word: ]

Soccer.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ returns that with a small tilt of her head. ]

Soccer?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Soccer.

[ but holds out his hands for his food anyway. ]

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ still looks baffled for a little while longer, responding when she notices his movement. hands it over to him. ]

There you go. I also put some gummy worms in a cup and two slices of our brand new vegan carrot cake in there. [ pulls out one of the business cards, handing it over to him with a smile. ] Please tell us how you like it after you try it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ peeks inside at the mention of gummy words, his previous thought & statement taking a backseat for a moment in excitement. pockets the business card & nods. ]

. . . Thank you. A- A lot.

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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ picks up his empty smoothie cup with a smile. ]

You're very welcome.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ turns to michael, leaning over to carefully set his plate down at a safe distance away from his work. ]

Here you go, big brother. Your favorite.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ without looking (per usual) he gives a tiny nod, reaching out to pat her hand. ]

I appreciate it.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ brightens considerably over that, turning to give anthony an enthusiastic look. ]

D-Did you want anything else, Anthony?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives up a thumbs-up, only it's positioned in such a way that even he's uncertain who he's gesturing to. ]

No, I'm good.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Then if you'll excuse me.

[ gives him a tiny bow in closing, turning and walking away to slip behind the counter and into the room in the back. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ when she leaves, he stretches & checks the time on his cellphone before glancing at michael with a puzzled look. ]

I really don't have to pay?