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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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[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. . .

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lets out a small shh at that despite everyone around them talking, working the clay between her hands. ]

What did you do while I slaved away in here?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I slept in the library.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

That sounds very productive.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

They almost took away my encyclopedia.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ thinks about lifting a hand to pat his hair, realizing at the last moment that she probably shouldn't. just gives him a pout. ]

My poor baby~

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans forward to rub his nose against her shoulder. ]

How will I sleep now, honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ leans over a bit herself, pushing her face into his hair to murmur: ]

Easily. You're right here with me, aren't you? Sleep on my shoulder so I can hear you go puff, wooo.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ face heats up, making him press it further against her. ]

But I want to turn off the sound effects.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Nooooo don't ever do that, it's so cute!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Unmanly.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ plants a kiss to the top of his head, turning her attention back to her work. ]

You're always manly to me, darling.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shifts & mumbles something, pleased. then turns his gaze toward her project again curiously. ]

Do you paint it too?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ hums a little in thought, head tilted to the side as she observes her work. ]

Sometimes, but I like it without paint. It looks more natural that way, don't you think?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Maybe. . . But people paint stories on pots.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blushes a little, looking the other way. ]

I'm not that good at it yet, so...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, genuinely surprised. ]

Oh. [ gives her shoulder a nuzzle. ] It's okay. That's what school's for.

1/2

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ smiles down at him, giving him a small nudge of thanks. ]

I'll try to be the very best.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ stops that line of thought, looking up when the professor announces the end of the hour. slowly stands from her seat, wiping her hands off on the apron again. ]

I think we can go now. I'm not too fond of this piece, so I'll do it over next week.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gets up as well, but stares down at the project. ]

Then can I have it?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks over at him, a little confused. ]

If you'd like... but I have to let it dry and then glaze and fire it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shoulders droop a bit, but takes one of her hands in his, tugging insistently. ]

I don't mind having hardened clay.