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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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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ lips twitch into a tiny smile. ]

I suppose we will have to go buy you a new one.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ his own smile comes unbidden in response. ]

Nah. Just gotta take time to calibrate it.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ keeps the smile on his face for a while longer until he finally takes a glance at his watch, briefly surprised. ]

It's getting pretty late already. Would you like to head back?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks & also checks his phone. ]

. . . Yeah. Before my dad starts calling the Feds.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods, turning them to go in the direction they were coming from. ]

Is your father strict?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head. ]

The opposite. He just thinks a lot.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Understandable. You only have each other, correct? It's natural that he would worry.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I know. But it's both worry, and he. . . thinks. A lot.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

A trait you possess more than you might realize. [ pauses. ] Until you block it out, of course, which seems to be even more frequent than not.

1/2

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I deny that comment. I ignore that comment.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ long pause. then quietly, sounding a bit pathetic: ]

I don't want that gene.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

It's unfortunate, but it will be your companion for the rest of your life. My greatest sympathies.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ nooooooooo... ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ sighs at that look. ]

Do not start mourning, I am certain it will balance out with age.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

You don't know that for sure. . .

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose I will have to stick around to keep it to a minimum. [ ... ] As much as I am humanly capable of, that is.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stay forever--

... just holds up his pinky finger. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ slowly lifts one of his own to hook it around anthony's, deciding to comply quietly this time. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sways it right to left. ]

An apple for serenity, a pendant for balance, beads of jade for beauty. . .

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Which movie is that tune from?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Mulan.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Is it based off of the Chinese legend of Hua Mulan?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Somewhat. Disney-fied.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Hollywood tends to side with inaccuracies rather than truth, but it sounds like it could be interesting regardless.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I like that one too. [ ... ] Want me to bring that one?