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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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[ if anyone asks? he just took his nap early, not roll around on his bed like a teenage girl going on her first date. he's amused himself with his gundams, pokemon black, etcetra & not thinking about or waiting for his (...!!) robot's text or call. he's still not sure if he should be feeling excited or anxious when he does get the text.

probably best not to think about it as usual. he does manage to look into the future (as much as he ever could, anyway) to grab a hoodie from the closet though, for those pesky 'just in case' scenarios.

giving himself a pleased nod, he waves & yells out going out! to his dad in passing. doesn't quite hear his dad's answer, but that's okay. it's probably just be careful or bring me back a cheeseburger or something.

on tinkerbell, it takes less than ten minutes to arrive at their designated meeting spot. he's somewhat relieved to find that he's arrived before michael -- it gives him time to breath & calm down. & of course, in his typical fashion, he ends up doing neither, too busy folding his arms against tinker's handles to use as a pillow as he waits. ]

[ per usual he is not late nor early, deciding to park his car far away enough so he can take a small stroll for himself. it's not surprising that he's not thinking much of anything at the moment (there was nothing to think about) so he's quick to notice anthony, stepping up right beside him quietly. ]

... ? [ cocks his head to the side when he's aware that the boy isn't looking his way, sighing quietly through his nose as he sees ~~the chicken's~~ anthony's eyes closed. straightens again, clearing his throat to get his companion's attention. ] And you were so certain that you would not fall asleep on our outing. I suppose I will have to turn my cellphone back on.

[ tenses, but doesn't open his eyes out of his special (read: annoying) brand of stubbornness. ]

I didn't fall asleep.

It looks as if you were planning to. Though your mode of transportation is hardly the safest object to sleep on.

[ opens his eyes & stares up at him without straightening. ]

That's what you think. Tinkerbell is good to me.

I am certain there are others who wish to be good to you as well. But if you enjoy your scooter's company more, well...

[ ... okay, straightening now. standing up, even. ]

You're jealous?

[ side-eyes tinkerbell for a moment. looks back up at anthony. ]

Funny.

[ follows michael's gaze & looks at tinkerbell briefly. ]

Nope. Honest question. [ a beat. ] Neverland's mine, though.

I don't particularly care for Disney films. [ pauses, seriously thinking on that. ] I think. It has been a while since I have seen them, truth be told. Anne was quite fond of them as a child.

[ one moment please while he goes through the stages of shock. ]

[ just waits this out, as usual. ]

[ ~~bawk bawk bawk~~

god. disney. how. --are how his thoughts are going. ]

[ crosses his arms over his chest. sighs out his next words: ]

What is it?

My soul hurts. For you.

You are being dramatic, Anthony.

No. This is important.

Why?

[ flails a bit. ]

It's-- it's Disney. It's important.

[ watches him, letting him flail and babble. after a long moment he sighs again, letting his arms fall to his sides. ]

Very well. If it is that important to you, then I will attempt to comply. How do we rectify this?

Just! One movie. We'll watch it. You can pick it. [ compromise. compromise. he's reminding himself. ]

If you still don't like it, I'll. . . hurt in silence. Relatively.

[ raises an eyebrow slightly at his behavior. looks elsewhere briefly (thinking) then returns back to anthony. holds out his hand, offering it. ]

Let's take our walk first, shall we?

[ reaches out & takes it without hesitation, conscious of not gripping it too tightly. ]

Uh. Just around here?

[ nods, beginning said walk for them. ]

Even if it's slightly warm, there does not seem to be many mosquitoes out for the evening in this area.

[ matches his pace. ]

. . . Oh. That's what I forgot. Bug spray.