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projectroxas2011-08-17 03:55 pm
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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. ]
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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It's, uh. Ilikehearingit but it's embarrassing to hear anyway.
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Contradictory, but it's very like you. Very well, then. I will continue to voice these thoughts when I see fit to do so.
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. . . Kay. Just. In moderation.
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I'm a master of distraction.
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Then. Are you free tomorrow?
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I would ask you to join us, but I doubt you would enjoy seeing my parents on such short notice. [ taps a finger on the table in thought. ] ... we should be out no later than ten. Are you available then instead?
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Yeah. [ pause. ] Meet then instead?
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As long as it is an acceptable time for you, yes.
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I won't take my nap.
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. . . I won't. Promise. I'll have some pixie sticks.
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The entire evening.
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