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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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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Bad experience.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ snickers a bit. ]

Oh, c'mon. It wasn't that bad.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Germany came and stole Tinkerbell and Haro. It was bad.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, confused. glances at michael briefly, then shakes his head. ]

Oh. Uh. Okay. That does sound bad. Did you get them back?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ settles down on the couch next to michael. ]

Yes. Rescue mission was successful, Houston.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ listens halfheartedly to the conversation, eyes trained on the entrance of the lounge. after a moment he turns to anthony, holding up his water. ]

Do you wish to trade?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ pauses in mid-sip. ]

Do you like juice?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I do not mind it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Oh. Then okay. If you insist.

[ offers the cup for it to be traded. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ trades without batting an eyelash, taking a drink of the juice while he continues to play his typical game of silence. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gulps down a mouthful of water to wash the fruit punch out of his mouth. sits quietly for a change due to their current company, staring at the far-off door. ]

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ rolls his eyes at their (lack of) antics, putting down his drink so that he can reach into his pocket & pull out his camera. ]

The most socially awkward combination ever. Say cheese, guys.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks up at him, not looking very interested. nonetheless he keeps his head up, offering only that for the camera. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shifts awkwardly in his seat, pulling up his most nonchalant expression for the camera. ]

Haro.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ click & the picture's taken. leans back to see the preview on his digital camera, shaking his head. ]

Socially awkward is definitely going to be in the captions.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Socially awkward indicates that we have been rejected by our peers, and thus traumatized by it to the point of being unable to withstand human interaction. I cannot speak for Anthony, but that is not a fitting description for myself.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ waves that off, taking a few more quick pictures while he talks. ]

I was talking about the other definition.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ glances at anthony briefly, returning to his juice when he realizes that it's not very important. ]

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ waltzes on in five minutes later (give or take) to peer around the lounge in search of familiar faces. upon spotting them she yells a big HEEEY! before strolling on over. takes a moment to ruffle jeremy's hair, making a beeline over to anthony to squeeze into his empty side, giving him a big hug. ]

New friend! You survived!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ freezes like he froze when jeremy gave him a hug, his spine rigid stiff. ]

I! Yeah! Did!

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

Great! I mean, I thought you'd die of boredom or something. Your captain here ain't the best person to go shopping with, right?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ still tense, not hugging her back, but not pulling away out of fear that the hug would only get tighter. ]

I. . . uh. . . he's okay. Yeah. Lets me pick. . . stuff. Bought a laptop.

1/2

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ laughs loudly at that, getting into a comfortable position with an arm still around anthony's shoulders. ]

Pick stuff, huh? What a gentleman!

[littlebitharder.livejournal.com]

[ notices the uncomfortable look after a moment, patting his shoulder. ]

Loosen up, I ain't gonna bite.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gestures a little with a finger stiffly. ]

Please don't. My personal bubble never got the memo.