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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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[ right on cue, on the dot of the minute that they're supposed to meet, he's strolling toward michael. looks a bit tense, actually, because tinkerbell had started up without trouble today. he'd rolled out of bed with minimal difficulty today. he hadn't even burnt his toast today, and his dad had agreed to a blt salad. everything had been going so spectacularly against routine today (in that life was being good to him) that he feels entirely justified in staring up at the sky once or twice to check for falling meteors. or elephants. or anything heavier than an acorn.

this thought is so pervasive that upon reaching earshot of his ~~cap-i-tan~~ captain, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is: ]

The sky might be falling. Have you been hit by an walnut yet?

[ blinks out of his stupor once the words reach his ears, tilting his head towards anthony. seems to be considering it, and then: ]

Rest assured, I have been thinking the same as of late.

[ takes a moment to process and get over the fact that yes that was probably a joke.

then nods solemnly. ]

We should build a Gundam. And name it Fifa.

[ sits up straight, raising an eyebrow. ]

Is that the activity you expected us to partake in today?

Now, now, cap-i-tan. In the face of adversity, we must be adaptable.

You aren't the least bit interested in what I called you out here for, are you.

We can only continue to be cap-i-tan and meatshield if we survive the apocalypse.

[ looks as if he's thinking about it. eventually nods, seemingly pleased with his decision. ]

If that is what it takes.

[ looks like he's about to plow onward, but stops. pauses. stares for a moment. ]

. . . What thought did you just nod at?

If doing what you wish will satisfy you enough to listen, then I will participate to the best of my ability. [ pauses. ] Within reason, of course.

[ also nods, looking rather pleased. ]

This is called compromise and I learned it in kindergarten. I like it. Lunch?

[ another moment of thought before speaking, mainly to himself: ]

That should come afterward, but I suppose it would not hurt. [ finally stands. ] Where would you like to go?

We have a lot of choices. Subway, Thai, Anne's.

The cafe is closest, though I am unsure if Anne is working there today. Shall we go regardless?

[ wait. still stuck on 'no anne'. ]

. . . No peanuts?

[ sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

I will retrieve your peanuts from the back if I must.

[ gasps. ]

You can do that?

[ begins their walk, nodding absently. ]

They know me well enough.

I call abuse of power.

Then you will have no peanuts.

Please abuse your power doubly-so by getting me a smoothie too.

If you behave.

But then I wouldn't be me.

I am certain you will survive.

[ puffs out his cheeks. ]

There is always a margin of error.

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