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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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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

All the more reason to celebrate! [ tugs at his hands a little. ] Please, come on in. I have a free table waiting!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ starts strolling on inside. ]

Does this place give lifetime membership?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, tilting her head slightly as she leads them past people. ]

What do you mean?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Membership. Like a work-out place. Discounts and free tables ahoy.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ stops in front of a table in the back, in an area that's a little more secluded. smiles, squeezing one of his hands. ]

You're always welcome here, Anthony. We're friends, right?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ squeezes back & nods. ]

Yeah. 'Til I get kicked out for overdosing on gummy worms.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ laughs lightly at that, removing her hand finally. ]

Would you like some right now?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Later. Can I have a smoothie in its place?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Of course! It'll be my pleasure!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Please put it on my tab.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'd never charge you, Anthony. [ reaches out for the menus. ] Would you like your usual?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hands the menus over. ]

Yes please. Can I at least pay back in cookies? Juice? Flour?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ tucks them against her chest, thinking... and then: ]

Oh! If you're not meeting with anyone, would you mind helping me set up something small for big brother? He was supposed to be here earlier, but something came up so he's going to be late...

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ starts to get up even before he agrees verbally. ]

Sure. What do you still need doing?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Oh, not that much... since it's so crowded today, I thought I'd decorate this corner just a little bit.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods. ]

I can do that.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! [ since he's up, she gestures for him to follow her. ] Not going out to celebrate with the rest of the team?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ strolls on after her. ]

Nope. They're getting a crash course on How To Respect Soccer.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ goes behind the counter, peeking at him over her shoulder. ]

By who?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

By our coach and king, Sparta.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ rummages around for the decorations, pulling them out. ]

I thought he was going home for a while.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

He could. But when I left, he was doing his wrap-up stretches.

1/2

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ sighs a bit, handing over the trash bag of stuff. ]

Well, I do hope he doesn't eat. I wanted to make him something special...

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Ah, I know! Why don't you stay and eat with him? It could be a joint celebration party!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ freezes in his tracks. ]

I, uh. Uh. . . if he doesn't-- mind. Yeah.