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[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pulls onto the street across from anthony's apartment complex to park his car, turning the vehicle off before leaning back into the seat in silence. a day when they're both free was rare to come by nowadays, thus the sudden decision to grab the boy when he was given the a-okay by anthony himself. only this time he was going to him instead of the other way around, a good way to practice on getting back into something more comfortable with the friend(s) he had not been able to spend time with as often as he would have liked. still, it was a good start, and that's really all that mattered to him.

drums his fingers against the steering wheel in thought, shaking his head before getting out of the car, pocketing his keys after he's locked up. doesn't take any time in doing the typical routine (that he had not been able to do in quite some time)-- walks in, waits for the elevator, steps inside to push the button for the correct floor number, then strolls on out when the ding signals his arrival. his feet carry him at a leisurely pace towards the apartment, arriving in no time at all; after he knocks he shoves his hands into his pockets, taking a look around the hallway as if this were his first time visiting. a moment's thought makes him grin to himself a little (the things that happened last time they were alone together, still going over that day with some fondness attached despite the bad moments), schooling the smile to instead train his eyes on the door to wait for his friend to appear. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ grunts. ]

Every match is win or die.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shoulders slump a little. ]

Is your captain really that much of a hardass?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs awkwardly. ]

Soccer is his Gundam.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ hums a little, pressing the button for the elevator when they arrive. ]

Well, guess it'll do you some good.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Pancake Anthony?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

Pancake Anthony, huh. [ leans down to rub his nose into his hair. ] Sounds delicious.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ twitches & jabs an elbow into tony's side, but otherwise holds his ground. ]

Not part of a balanced breakfast.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

But still delicious.

[ ding. removes his arm from around anthony to step inside the elevator. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks & follows inside, leaning back against one of the walls. is silent for a moment, then glances at tony curiously. ]

Did you join anything?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ pushes the button for the bottom floor, hands going into his pockets. ]

Naw, I'm too busy for that kinda stuff.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at the ceiling of the elevator, head tilting slightly in thought. ]

But girls like that kinda stuff.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

I don't need to do that kind of stuff for girls to like me.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

Extra boost.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ returns the shrug. ]

Don't need it.

[ when the door finally opens he strolls on out, heading out towards the space where he parked in silence. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ trails after once again, doing a full-body stretch. feeling looser, he also keeps to the silence until they arrive at tony's car. peers at it curiously, then gives the roof of it a pat. ]

You should name it Wendy.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ unlocks the car, giving anthony an amused smile as he opens his door. ]

Why Wendy?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

'Cause Tinkerbell's taken.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ laughs at that, slipping into the car. ]

I'll think about it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ opens the door on his side to poke his head inside. ]

I really can't bring her?

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

Where's the fun in that? [ pats the passenger's seat a few times. ] C'mon, before all the good toys are taken.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . [ with some hesitation, he settles himself inside the car. ]

Zoom zoom, James Bond.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns on the engine, revving it up loudly a few times. ]

What's that? You want me to drive really really fast?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ curls both hands around the seat-belt strap over his chest. ]

Think of the old ladies.

[sexymajor.livejournal.com]

[ does it again, just for show. ]

Old ladies? Right now all I see is one big chicken.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ grip tightens despite himself. ]

Don't discriminate.