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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]

[ topples off the bed as soon as he's hit in the face, yelping loudly. ]

E-ENEMY INTRUDER--!

[ scrambles away from the piece of clothing as soon as he's regained motor control, scooting back & away until he's settled against an edge of the doorway. face heats up when he properly sees the piece of clothing, knowing that he should put it... somewhere safe... but unwilling to get up & actually touch it. which is why he's still sitting there dumbly, barely recognizing that the front door has opened & closed, his name being called out in a typical, soft fashion that only suited his dad. or realizing that he should cover up the bra with something like right now --

-- only it's too late by the time that thought hits him, as when he cranes his head upward, there is ralph. who's growing steadily redder with every passing moment. upon seeing that (yet unspoken) word forming at his dad's lips, he hisses some nonsense & buries his face into the crook of one elbow while waving his dad off. ]

Please don't. Not what it looks like. Go away. Cook. Don't think about it.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ thankfully she's blissfully unaware of the doom that happened upon anthony (& his dad, considering), humming and singing a little happily in the shower while scrubbing away. unfortunately it takes her a while (that clay actually settled into her hair nicely, making her whine and paw at it for a good five or ten minutes) but soon enough she's out and wrapping a towel around her body, the smaller one pressed between her hands to start drying her hair.

blinks when she hears some noise in the living room/kitchen area, making her open the door to the bathroom and peek out. steps lightly towards anthony's room, having completely forgotten about her 'great flying bra' act in favor of her curiosity taking over instead. just pokes her head in to check, feeling relieved upon seeing her darling there, but nonetheless she can't help but ask: ]

Is that your dad in there?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ had drawn his legs up towards his chest with both hands covering his face. jumps a little when he hears alyssa's voice, peeking up once, then back to his position. ]

Yeah. Cooking. And monologuing.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks and squats down in front of him, trying to peek at his face. ]

Monologuing?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ remains stubbornly in place. ]

Don't ever do it, honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ releases the towel that she was previously using to dry her hair, placing it over anthony's head instead. speaks to him a little sympathetically: ]

Did he see it?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tugs on the towel to wrap nearly his entire head, only his eyes peeking out. ]

. . . It's okay.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts her hand to pat his head, trying to cheer him up with the gesture. ]

Yes, I'm sure he knows that he won't be a grandpa for a very, very long time.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ curls even tighter into himself. ]

None of the above. There is no right answer.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ giggles and pats him again before she stands. contemplates dropping her second towel on him, only stopping since ralph is around. just wanders off without another word to the bathroom, shutting the door behind herself to begin dressing into her p.e. clothes.

comes back out a few minutes later, using the towel in her arms to pat down her hair some more. peeks down at anthony when she realizes that he's still there. ]

I'm not naked, darling. I promise~!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ his moment of mortification finished, peeks through the towel up at alyssa cautiously. begins to uncurl when he realizes that the coast his clear, wincing when his legs cramps a little. shakes them out a bit. ]

The world was ending, honey.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ places her dirty clothes next to her bag, taking a seat in front of anthony. ]

Was it?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles forward toward her a bit with a nod. ]

It was shaped like my dad.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ gasps. ]

Did he get mad?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

He went neon.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Neon?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

Translation: he's not upset.

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[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Oh, good!

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

... [ waits a beat. ] Then what's the problem?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ rubs his face, then slaps his cheeks a few times. ]

It's a dad and son thing.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ considers this for a moment but ends up just shaking her head instead. leans in a bit closer to his face, smiling widely. ]

Is it time to eat yet?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ nudges at her nose with his own, then leans back as if to listen to the sounds still coming from the kitchen. ]

Pretty soon.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, leaning forward some more to try and look out the doorway. ]

You know by just listening?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sits back, resting his back against the doorway again. ]

He's not exactly quiet.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes one more peek before shifting a bit to place her back to anthony's front. scoots backwards, making herself comfortable. ]

It's been a while, so I can't really remember.