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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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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'm a maiden at heart.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

That's unsurprising to hear.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

My dad's gonna be disappointed.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Is he not supportive of the idea of same-sex couples?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks slowly. turns to look at michael fully. ]

You could be a gundam and he'd be fine. [ after some heavy coma-induced meditation, of course. a pause for dramatic effect-- ] It's the maiden part.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I still do not see why that would disappoint him.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ hums off-tune: ]

Did they send me daughters when I asked for so-o-o-ons.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

Another Disney reference, I take it.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives a thumbs-up with his free hand. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a considering gaze for a moment in silence. sighs lightly, even when his lips curve upward again. ]

I suppose it's endearing, in its own way.

1/3

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ...? ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ bawk bawk bawk ?! ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . I'm better with Gundams.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods, as if in understanding. ]

Because they are your favorite works of art.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ points at michael's face. ]

Yes! That! Exactly.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

What are your feelings on ice cream, then?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks at the subject change. ]

Not as strong, but I've never said no to it.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ there's another nod, though no words to accompany the gesture. they aren't needed after another block, anyway, when they come up to an ice cream parlor. stops them in front of it, directing his attention back to anthony. ]

So this means that you will not say no to it now, correct?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares at the store, wondering where that had come from. ]

You would be correct, sir.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ leads them inside, then. ]

I am not too keen on ice cream, myself, though I believe they have a small selection of frozen yogurt.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

How about just a bite?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Depends on your choice of flavor and toppings.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ if he had to guess-- ]

. . . Vanilla?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

That cannot possibly be your usual.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

No, but you'd combust if I got anything else.