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[ 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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[ eventually notices anne standing there, raising his eyes from the table.

...

... gapes at her a bit. then stutters out: ]

M-M-Marsh-- Anne! Hi!

[ still this face. after a moment: ]

... I brought you your food.

[ slowly, carefully sets it down between them. mechanically steps back a few steps. ] Enjoy your meal. [ ... and then turns and walks away. ]

[ sighs a little, removing his hand from anthony's so he can stand. ]

I will go talk to her. [ inclines his head towards the food. ] You may begin eating, if you wish.

[ stares down at his food & nods slowly before squeaking out: ]

S'okay. I'll wait.

[ reaches out to pat his shoulder twice when he passes him by, wandering off to find anne.

the conversation isn't too long despite going into great detail. tells her everything, just so she can paint the entire picture in her head, saying no, he's not sick, and no, nobody is dying. so with a promise to speak on this more later (he should tell his parents as well, in due time; tells her such, receiving a small nod from anne in agreement) he leaves, taking his seat across from anthony again. ]

All seems to be fine. [ takes the napkin on the table and places it on his lap. picks up his fork, looking up at anthony. ] Shall we, then?

[ kicks at his foot lightly. ]

Wait-- she's. Really okay? With this?

Of course. She was just shocked at the sudden change, that's all.

Oh. That's good.

[ picks up his fork too, but decides he should talk to anne later just in case. ]

[ hums out a sound of agreement, beginning to eat in silence. after his eyes wander back to the decorations (& also a long bout of silence as he looks over them properly this time): ]

I take it you were in charge of this... [ pauses. looks them over again. ] ... peculiar type of embellishment.

Uh-- [ looks around, feeling a little sheepish all of a sudden. ]

Not really. I just put them up. Mastermind is Anne.

[ slowly raises an eyebrow at the look. decides not to comment on it, nodding. ]

Regardless of the situation, I am grateful for your efforts.

[ eyes go round. then drop the tabletop. ]

You're-- welcome. Glad you like it?

[ gives him a considering gaze, almost as if he's trying to figure something out. ]

You are embarrassed. [ also looks down at the tabletop, though for entirely different reasons (thinking, calculating, his usual). ] Should I not be saying these things out loud?

[ glances up at him, returning the stare for entirely different reasons. ]

. . . You do not have clearance for that answer. Please input a different question.

Being your significant other does not grant me access to numerous details concerning yourself? I would personally think otherwise.

[ ... point. ]

But it's a contradictory answer.

Of which I am certain will be something that I can handle.

It may also induce fainting.

From your end, perhaps.

That's what I meant.

Then do go on.

[ long pause later: ]

It's, uh. Ilikehearingit but it's embarrassing to hear anyway.

[ thinks about that... then ends up nodding. ]

Contradictory, but it's very like you. Very well, then. I will continue to voice these thoughts when I see fit to do so.

[ kicks at him again, but very lightly. ]

. . . Kay. Just. In moderation.

I thought you would be use to these things by now. You are no stranger to them, as many people seem to be fond of you.