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[ 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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[ tilts his head, slowly smirking. ]

What? Getting all bashful over the big s-e-x? How endearing, chocobo.

[ stiffens. ]

'Cause I can still go to Neverland!

Is there a secret rule that says non-virgins can't go to Neverland?

. . . [ has nothing. ]

Hrk. KIDS! Only. . . kids allowed. Disney said so!

"Kid" means under the age of eighteen, right? [ leans in close to his face. ] That means you can't go to Neverland, too.

[ stares at him, as if in shock, looking distraught enough to ignore the proximity. ]

[ lurches forward to bring them even closer to grab at tony's shoulders. ]

If I petition, do you think they would bump that up to twenty. . . ?

[ blinks. leans in a bit closer, so that their noses are touching. ]

Denied.

[ ... droops. ]

[ then belatedly realizes their position, making him let go & shrink back a little. ]

N-No way of convincing them?

[ leans back as well, sipping at his drink as he hums in thought. ]

Maybe if you beg.

[ eyes go to the table for a moment, honestly considering it. then looks up at tony. ]

. . . They can have my soul instead.

I think that'll do the trick!

[ perks up & nods. ]

Chicken souls are good for the tummy.

[ opens his mouth to say something... then closes it, thinking that's enough for today. noms the last of his chicken, chugs down the remainder of his drink, then gathers the trash onto their tray before standing. ]

Ready to hit the road, chocobo?

[ grabs the rest of his drink for a last sip, then nods again in confirmation. ]

Yeah. Whereto next?

[ hums, walking a few steps to the side to throw the trash away. ]

Wanna go back to your place? [ comes back, reaching out to haul the bird plush up. ] As long as you have ice cream, of course.

[ grabs the cat plush, pointedly not looking at it as he glances up at tony's face. ]

If you don't mind sundae?

[ looks pleased enough at this idea. ]

Don't mind at all!

[ smiles & nudges him toward the way to the parking lot. ]

Then onward.

[ takes that as a signal to begin their trek back, maneuvering past the slowly growing crowds as best as possible while carrying the giant plush around. somehow makes it without injuring anyone (or himself, for that matter), waddling on over to the car to prop the stuffed animal on top of it while he unlocks the car.

after a moment of consideration he opens the door to the backseats, gently placing the bird plush into one of the seats. grabs the seat belt to strap it in place, making sure it's secure. stands up straight to look at anthony. gives him a dorky thumbs up and a rather proud-looking smile. ]

[ had followed along leisurely, hidden behind the combined bulk of tony & the giant bird plush. when they arrive at the car & tony turns to him with that expression, he can't help but reach upward to give his friend a pat on the head. ]

Good boy.

Arf arf!

[ wags his butt for show. ]

[ pauses, then brings up his other hand to ruffle at tony's hair some more with both hands. ]

Who's a good boy. Aw, who's a good boy.

[ starts panting, leaning forward to bump his head against his friend's. ]

Me, me!

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