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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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[ shakes his head. ]

We all cook at least one thing.

. . . I must know. What is Sparta's specialty?

You will have to come over and find out for yourself.

But that's so far away.

Then I suppose you will have to stick around long enough to witness it.

[ mumbles quietly: i'm gonna try. ]

[ seems to catch onto the mumbling regardless, using his free hand to reach up and lightly tousle his hair a little. doesn't think he needs to say anything after that, placing the hand into his pocket when he's had his fill. ]

[ seems to poof even more at the attention. gives michael's hand a squeeze despite his words when he sees tinkerbell in the near distance: ]

Alas, now we must part, dear Juliet.

According to Rachel, it is the other way around. [ shifts a bit in place, facing anthony more clearly. ] She has called you that frequently while in my presence. ... a little too much, now that I think about it.

Rooster likes her propaganda.

Indeed. [ pauses, realizing after a moment that anthony is not letting go. tries: ] I will talk to you later, then.

[ nope, holding on. ]

Good night.

Good night to you as well.

[ ... ... ... ]

Did you need anything else?

[ still holding on. ]

Thank you for the ice cream.

[ ... gives an experimental twitch with a few of his fingers. ]

It was no problem. You may pay next time, as per requested.

[ ... nope. ]

Ice cream next time too?

[ ... tries one more time. ]

If you would like, yes.

[ ~~please don't go bawk.~~ ]

Nah, you pick.

[ observes him for a long moment, silent. when he seems to figure it out his hand curls around anthony's again, holding on steady. ]

You know you are welcome to call or see me whenever you wish. My plans might not change, but you wouldn't be a bother.

[ seems to take this in slowly before finally letting go. ]

You might end up regretting those words.

[ shakes his head, reaching out again to touch some of the hair framing anthony's face. ]

I won't. [ pauses. smiles a little. ] But be sure to take note that I do sleep, if you please.

[ turns his head to nuzzle at the fingers against his face. ]

I'll put it on a sticky-note.

[ allows him a moment to do as he pleases, lightly patting the side of his face with his hand. eventually moves past him towards the area where he parked, walking backwards only briefly to say: ]

Drive home safely.

[ then turns around again, heading off in another direction. ]