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[ looks around as well, then lets go of her hands to settle on tinkerbell. ]

Let's make our getaway.

[ puts on the helmet, giving him a determined look and a small nod. situates herself behind him and clings on without another word. ]

[ it's with some miracle that tinkerbell decides to start up in one try, making him blink & stare for a moment. it's only when he decides that there is nothing particularly different about the putt putt putt sound coming from his scooter that he starts steering it.

gives the school a salute for the heck of it as they pass it by, silently moving them past the traffic into a quieter, local route. some time later, they're in front of his apartment building. after bringing tinkerbell into a quiet, safe stop, he stretches a bit, working out the cranks in his neck & shoulders. glances back at her. ]

That'll be five-fifty.

Hmm... how about this instead?

[ cranes her neck on over to give him a kiss on the side of his mouth. ]

[ twitches a little in surprise. ]

Erm. Too much. . .

[ laughs happily in response, giving him a squeeze in a makeshift hug before she hops off the bike. ]

[ presses his chin against his collarbone for a moment, then also gets to his feet. takes one of her hands in his, giving it a tug. ]

Shower first? Food first?

Mm... probably a shower. [ uses her free hand to tug on her tied-up hair a little with a pout. ] I feel icky~

[ pokes at a cheek experimentally. ]

They're marks of victory.

[ presses herself against him, ignoring that for now to instead say: ]

Are you going to take a shower with me~?

. . . [ stares. then: ]

I value my life.

It's okay, you can wear your bathing suit! We can take a bath instead!

[ shifts a bit. ]

Then it'd be more fun at a swimming pool.

But I can't clean off clay in a swimming pool...

The key is to believe, honey.

[ tugs on him a little. ]

Aw, but I need help washing my hair!

[ gives her hand a pat. ]

That's your dad's privilege.

But daddy isn't here right now...

You can save it. I'll give you my swimming cap.

[ whines and tugs at him more. ]

Pleaaaase? I'll leave on my underwear-!

Under-- [ pushes at the button to the elevator rapidly. ]

No!

[ rubs her face into his shoulder. ]

I promise they're not white! I have pink flower patterns on, they won't go see-through if they get wet!

[ tries to twitch away, covering his face with his free hand. ]

That's not the problem.

Then what is the problem, mister?

[ mouth flaps open a bit as he tries to gather his thoughts. ]

U-Und-- it's not good! I'm a bo-- you're a g-- MY DAD.