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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.

without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]

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[ back to his mantra: ]

Life is pain, life is pain, life hates me and I hate life, life sucks, the world sucks. . .

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ steps in further to place the tupperware he has in hand onto anthony's desk. ]

I assume you recall the events that had happened the other night and are fretting gravely over it. Worry not, I hold no animosity towards your behavior.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ quiets, then carefully (carefully) peeks out. ]

. . . None? Absolutely none?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I have no reason to.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You have a lot of reasons to.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Such as?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Hugging, kissing, getting a piggy-back ride, and general sexual harrassment.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

All of which had no consequences that were detrimental to my health and well-being. [ pauses. ] Though perhaps I should make an exception for carrying you. My arms were rather sore this morning.

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[ buries his face into his hands. ]

I. . . Sorry. . .

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Apology accepted. [ pauses, giving anthony a moment before he gestures towards the tupperware. ] I explained what happened to Anne and she was rather concerned. Concern with Anne equates to food for the injured.

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[ looks up again. ]

You came here to just give me food?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

And to ensure that you did not injure yourself after I had taken my leave, yes.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ as if this solves everything: ]

But Hiro was here.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I understand. But as both your captain and a friend, it is only natural that I visit to personally confirm your safety.

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[ one moment, he's kind of stuck on one word. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ friend. ]

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[ friend. ]

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[ friend!! ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ his mood is so much better now. ]

Oh. Then. Uh, thanks.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ inclines his head a little in reply. ]

I will take my leave, then.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You. . . don't want breakfast?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

You have not had the chance to eat yet?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ points to the plate on his lap. ]

My little brother made it for me.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Then it is yours to eat, not mine.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'm not sharing this. [ a short pause. ] But I can make you something quick.