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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ double-checks that everything in the house is straightened and in its proper place, despite having cleaned everything earlier that morning. a few peeks up the stairs towards her brother's room is the only other movement she makes besides nudging things here and there, taking a seat on the edge of a chair when she realizes that it probably won't be very long now. is quite aware (was made aware) that her brother had tricked anthony into thinking they were going to meet at twelve instead of twelve-thirty, but still can't help but glance outside the front window every few minutes to make sure that she would be there when he arrived. ]

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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ slips out from underneath her grip, straightening his shirt a little. ]

You will receive your proper greeting at a later time, I am sure.

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[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ ignores the distance he tries to put between them, resting her arm on one of his shoulders instead. ]

Hmph! I see that stick is still far up your ass.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ directs her attention over to anthony, grinning. ]

Who're you, his boyfriend? Sorry that you got stuck with someone like him. I mean, he only jerks off to soccer, so that's gotta put a real damper on your relationship.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Your assumptions are incorrect. [ gestures with a hand. ] He is our new goalie.

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[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ looks at micheal, circling back to anthony after a while. grins further, lifting a finger to poke his nose. ]

You're a cutie, aren't ya? Don't get that pretty face of yours messed up too much, what with this guy's training techniques and all.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ & then her smile softens to something more friendly as she holds out that hand, offering it to anthony. ]

I'm Rachel, this jerk's childhood friend of all things.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ listens to the exchange with suppressed horror, face flaring at the 'boyfriend', followed by more blushing at 'cutie', all of which seems to settle down when his brain takes pity on him & shuts down. mechanically takes her hand. shakes it. ]

Hi. I'm Tony. [ pause. ] Anthony. I'm the team's punching bag.

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[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ keeps the smile in place, giving his hand a firm shake. ]

It's nice to meet you, Anthony. Hm. Tony? Nah, I'll think of a nickname later, those're too plain.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ throws her arms over both sparta michael and chicken anthony, directing them towards the food court. ]

Hey, you guys are hungry, aren't ya? Why don't we go together and get a bite to eat?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

No thank you, I believe we are perfectly fi--

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ jerks michael forward as she forces them to walk with her, talking as they go. ]

WHAT'S THAT? You'd love to join us for lunch? Super!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ goes along obediently enough, far too used to being manhandled to really mind. peers at michael through the corner of his eyes, however, full of accusations. ]

I think I am suffering karma meant for you.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ picks up on that, butting in before michael can say anything. sighs, gripping onto anthony a little tighter. ]

Well that's rude! Here I am inviting you to eat lunch for free and that's all you've gotta say about me? I'm wounded! Really hurt, boy!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ emits a small hrk & pats at the arm gripping him in hopes of being able to get in more air. ]

I don't compliment on the first date.

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ & she just throws back her head and laughs. ]

HA HA! First date! [ bumps the side of her head against his. ] I think I like you already!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [ twitches a bit. ]

What's your anti-type?

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Don't got one. [ decides in a split-second that releasing her arm around michael is the best bet, swinging the now-free arm around when the food court (& a certain somebody) comes into sight. ] Oi, squirt! Look what I found!

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ looks up from where he's fiddling with his digital camera, eyes going wide in surprise before he darts up & makes a beeline from where he's sitting at a table. ]

Heeey! It's the soccer team! [ squints. ] Whoa, it's like seeing hamsters out of their natural habitat.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ grunts from where he's still trapped in rachel's grip. ]

Duck.

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[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ leans forward to squint at anthony some more. ]

Eh. . . nah. I say a chick.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ pauses for a moment, then wears a severe expression. ]

Not the female kind. The chicken kind. I'm not hitting on you, I swear.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shifts a bit. ]

I get that all the time. It's okay.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ lips stretch into a slow grin. ]

Yeah? Are you still giving out free kisses then?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

No sir. Not on the first date. Or the sixth.

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[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ laughs, giving anthony's head a few pats. ]

Tough customer! Guess I'll mend my broken heart later.