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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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They'll take out my kidneys if I drop anything. . . [ & that'd be horrible. she's pretty sure her father is going to need some kind of organ donation in the future. if not a kidney, then a liver or something like that.

... she must put him on a stricter diet. ]

I think the little old ladies that work there would rather have your hips instead...

[ blinks. really...? ]

We have hip bone donations now too?

Older people always complain about their back or hips, and with modern medicine, I wouldn't be surprised if they did. [ thinks for a short moment. ] Maybe I should ask Michael... he'd totally know.

[ michael is lyssa's robot, right? the real-life one? ]

Robots know everything. [ because they're robots. beautiful, beautiful robots. ]

[ takes out his cellphone with his free hand, deciding to just text him. speaks as he types: ]

But he's better than a robot. He's an android!

[ no. ]

No. [ androids aren't better, because androids are just people built out of metal. best to just stuff a living person with a metal heart, lungs & other organs, etcetra... nope, not better. that's like copying a copyrighted idea. it's a bad thing. only it's worse because it's copying a copyrighted bad idea. ]

Is it 'cause you're only attracted to robots? [ hits send on his phone, sighing and pocketing it. ] That's why I thought you'd be perfect for each other...

I like ponies too. [ she likes michael 'cause he's a robot. not an android. ]

Yeah, but I think there are laws that state that you can't be in a romantic relationship with a pony.

[ i think... ]

Ponies can love ponies. [ she can just admire them from afar. lots of people do that with other animals, so why can't she? ]

I'm talking about for you, though, not other ponies!

My heart will live. [ see? it beats & survives even without her doing anything consciously. ]

[ wraps his other arm around her shoulders, pushing her face into his chest. ]

It's okay, darling, I will find you someone. Someday, I promise.

[ reaches up to pat lyssa on the back in reassurance. there, there.

also, lyssa. she's sure this cologne is expensive but it's really making her nose itch. excuse her.

snorts outwardly, trying to expel the scent from her nostrils. ]

Let's focus on immediate things first. [ like this bubble tea. ]

Huh? [ looks up, realizing it's finally their turn. ] Oh, right! What'll it be, miss robot lover?

[ stares longingly at the mango slushie. ]

Cold mango please.

And one mocha slush for me, please.

[ takes out his card, handing it over to the cashier. after the transaction is finished and he's signed the recipe, he's tugging her over to the side to wait. ]

[ tugging out her purse, she brandishes it toward lyssa as proof. ]

I can pay you back. [ with her own, hard-earned money this time! ]

[ waves it off. ]

You can pay for lunch instead, how about that?

[ hair poofs a little in her happiness. ]

Can do, yep. [ yaaaay--! ahem. but where would they go for lunch? ] Just the food court?

[ nods, craning his neck to look at said food court. hums in thought. ]

I feel like having tacos.

I want those french fries. [ from taco bell that tastes like tacos & french fries at the same time.

... sorry dad. she'll be a fatty for you today. ]

[ playfully nudges her with an elbow. ]

Don't get too crazy, now. What if you're unable to fit into your prom dress come nightfall, hm?

[ oh that's right...

what if her flab gets so violent that it ends up ripping That Traditional Dress? the daughters of the future (if there are daughters, anyway...) would be forever deprived & she'd be responsible. ]

Maybe some Asian food instead.