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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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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks up & slowly (shyly) hooks his pinky with michael's again. ]

Yeah. I'll try. [ really hard. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Do not try. Just do. [ shifts his hand so that he's holding anthony's instead, the contact light but firm. ] And I will do the same.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns that grip into something tight, as if he's hanging onto a lifeline. or stopping himself from doing anything foolish preemptively. ]

. . . Cross our hearts and hope to die?

1/2

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ & he'll allow the grip, squeezing back in wordless assurance. nods. ]

I will take the risk of having a needle pierce my eye as well.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ pauses, thinking that over briefly. looks slightly determined at his revelation. ]

That is how the rest of the saying goes, correct?

1/3

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . !!

[ k-kind of cute! ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ahem. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ cute...! ]

Yeah. Yeah, you got it right. [ bounces their hands up & down. ] Good Sparta. Very good Sparta.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem to catch onto that look, instead focusing on that last part with a sigh. ]

Michael. My name is Michael. I had hoped that you would have been able to say it by now.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with Sparta.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

There is nothing wrong with my given name, either. [ straightens a little in his seat. ] "Michel" is perfectly acceptable as well, if you so wish to use that instead.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ makes a mental note of that. ]

'Kay. During special occasions. Like Children's Day.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ breathes out through his nose, removing his hand from anthony's again. goes back to his food. ]

You are hopeless.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Love you too, dear.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ ... ? looks confused, pausing in eating. ]

You are already comfortable with saying such things? I thought that did not come until much later.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ that was a joke...

but to say that it's a joke would be kind of insulting, right?

... stays silent. for a change. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

You need not be embarrassed. It is perfect acceptable, though I am unsure if I am able to return the same words just yet. I suppose. [ looks as if he's pondering again. ] But all relationships work in different ways, correct? Perhaps going at a slow pace is not what you had in mind?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ rubs at the back of his head awkwardly. ]

We'll go at the normal pace. One we're both okay with?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

If that is what you are comfortable with. [ goes back to his food, completely intent on actually finishing it. ] I have no personal experience in this matter, yet you do. We will have to trust your judgment until I have properly understood the mechanics.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'm not really an expert though. [ considering his track record. shaking himself out of the funk before he can go droopy, however. ]

So. [ raises his fist in a cheering motion. ] Co-dependent discovery. Yeah!

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ while he doesn't raise his first (or cheer), agreeing with him via a short but pointed nod. after he's gotten down more of the food: ]

Do you have anything in specific you would like to this evening?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Not really. [ pause. ] Talk?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Inside? Out?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Out, if it's not freezing and mosquito levels are low. Inside otherwise.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Very well. [ glances at his clock again after eating the rest of his food. stands. ] I will call you at a later time, then?