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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.

takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.

... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.

pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]

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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ another moment of thought before speaking, mainly to himself: ]

That should come afterward, but I suppose it would not hurt. [ finally stands. ] Where would you like to go?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

We have a lot of choices. Subway, Thai, Anne's.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

The cafe is closest, though I am unsure if Anne is working there today. Shall we go regardless?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ wait. still stuck on 'no anne'. ]

. . . No peanuts?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

I will retrieve your peanuts from the back if I must.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gasps. ]

You can do that?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ begins their walk, nodding absently. ]

They know me well enough.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I call abuse of power.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Then you will have no peanuts.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Please abuse your power doubly-so by getting me a smoothie too.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

If you behave.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But then I wouldn't be me.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I am certain you will survive.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs out his cheeks. ]

There is always a margin of error.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ turns a corner, eyes planted firmly on their destination up ahead. ]

In your mind, perhaps.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

No. Introductory Biology said so.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I was unaware that you had the ability to properly retain information that is so trivial to everyday life.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

This isn't trivial. It's philosophy wrapped into science like a tortilla.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ another sigh, opening the door when they arrive. ]

If you must use food as a metaphor, then I am to assume your levels of hunger are quite high.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'm missing a breakfast's share of carcinogens.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Get inside the cafe, Anthony.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ...

...

...

... just. this face. while standing there, of course. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ & this face, right back at him. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ FACE OFF. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ ... yeah, he's not budging. ]