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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ continues her trek towards one of the less crowded areas of the school, holding two bags full of (homemade) food close to her chest. when she spots her company for the afternoon she shifts the excess weight to free her hands; comes up behind anthony, reaching up to put her palms over his eyes as she happily exclaims: ]

Guess who~!

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tenses at first due to his surprise, but in the next beat, he's relaxed again. ]

Lacus?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lets her arms drop, giving a pout. ]

Oh, phooey. You got me.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ cranes backwards some considerable amount to look at her upside-down. ]

You have to deepen your voice. [ the next words come out in a guttural: ] Hrk. Like this.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ comes to stand beside him, wrapping her arms around one of his own. ]

Oh, darling, you don't have to deepen your voice. I think you're manly enough already~

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ straightens back up again, then glances at her. ]

But I'm still in the process of impressing my professors.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you've done enough impressing for the both of us.

[ removes herself to instead hold up the bags. ]

But for now, it's lunch time!

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ peers at the bags curiously. ]

Two lunches?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Speed-eating's bad for the liver. Food is meant to be enjoyed, honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ holds out one of the bags for him to take. ]

We've got plenty of time to enjoy the food, darling.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ accepts the bag despite his words. ]

But my leftovers.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ connects their unused hands together, giving it a tug. ]

How about I cook for you tonight instead?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ squeezes back gently. ]

Only if Ninja Maid is feeling particularly vigilant.

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs out her cheeks as she starts leading them to their typical eating spot. ]

That's not her name! She's a lady, and ladies have proper names and--

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ stops that line of thought to address something else that catches her attention instead. ]

Wait, why vigilant!

several hours later...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ instead of going home as he had originally planned, the intended ten minutes in the library had turned into a couple of hours. blearily rubs an eye when he finally wakes to check the time on his cellphone. yawns (rather unattractively) before gingerly sliding away from his designated spot in the library. tilts his head left & right for a moment as if to clear his head of the post-nap haze & disorientation. then he's off, making his way through the campus in search of one thing: a campus map.

it takes another long moment wandering the school after arming himself with the correct information. but it isn't until the last half of alyssa's class that he finally finds the classroom. stares at the wooden doors for a moment, then shrugs off any hesitation or embarrassment -- after all, the most that could happen is him getting kicked out. pushing the door open, he pokes his head inside, scanning the open area for only one person: his honey. ]

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ those hours that anthony had been getting his rest were spent working on several pieces of pottery on alyssa's side. her hands, cheeks, apron and clothes are a mess, hair tied back into a loose bun to keep the strands away from her current project, using the electric potter's wheel to mold the wet clay into a shape that's to her tastes. it is only when she hears a few giggles that she looks up and away from her work, eyes following the line of sight that the females sitting in front of her are focusing in on.

smiles widely when she sees anthony's face there, quickly stopping the wheel and wiping her hands down to stand up and wander on over to him. ]

Darling! What are you doing here?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks at her attire, lips twitching briefly. then looks around a bit more for the professor, then steps inside the classroom entirely. ]

Visiting my honey. Have you seen her?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ laughs happily at that, gently pushing his face away with a (thankfully semi-clean) hand. ]

I'm right here, silly!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ 'oofs' when he's pushed, but bounces back right afterward, the smile finally coming to his face. ]

Then can I stay?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Of course you can. [ takes his hand, giving it a small tug. ] I'm almost done with my last project. Do you want to try?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles along, peering at her project when they get to her station. ]

No. Mud and I have a long and ancient feud.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pulls an extra stool on over, patting it after she takes a seat on her own. ]

Are you sure? You might be really good at it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ settles down & shakes his head. ]

I'm better as a watcher pigeon.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ giggles at that. ]

Watcher pigeon...

[ & then she starts the wheel again to go back to work. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans back a bit as he watches, humming lowly. ]

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. I'm streetwise. . . I can improvise. . .