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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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[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.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

1/5

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

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

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ friend. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ friend. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

If you are feeling well enough for it, then I suppose it would not hurt.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Death is what I feel like.

[ dramatic pause. ]

But I can handle a toaster.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ tugs on anthony's shirt, looking excited. ]

「 I can do it, onii-chan. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks down at him. ]

Are you sure. . . ?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ nods as he hops off the bed. ]

「 Have fun with your friend. 」 [ types further: ] 「 I'll make toast and eggs again. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches over to ruffle his hair a little. ]

Thanks, Hiro. You make the best eggs.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ watches hiro scurry out of the room past him, only speaking when he hears movement in the kitchen. ]

Does he come over and stay with you often?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Yeah. When he's in the country.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Japanese, correct?