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[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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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[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

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

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares longingly at the mango slushie. ]

Cold mango please.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

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

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

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ waves it off. ]

You can pay for lunch instead, how about that?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ hair poofs a little in her happiness. ]

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

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

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

I feel like having tacos.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

1/2

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ pets her hair a little. ]

That's the spirit!

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ beams down at his pocket when his phone vibrates, reaching in and taking it out to check the text message there. after reading it, he turns to amanda: ]

Michael says it's not possible, by the way. Guess you're in luck.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ wraps her arms around her middle. ]

These are easier to guard. Just say no to hotels.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... pockets his phone again, laughing weakly. ]

I'll be sure to remember that.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

I think City Survival 101 said to call 911 if you wake up in ice too.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

I think that would depend if you're actually covered in ice from head-to-toe or just laying there in ice. You wouldn't be able to call if you're covered in it, right?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Or if you're actually in it. . . [ please hold as a full-length motion picture of said scenario runs through her head. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Like an entire block of ice...?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Titanic!

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Hey, that would've been a cool prom theme. Going on a boat with your date... why didn't I think of that?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

There's Halloween. Do you want the boat or the iceberg? [ maybe it's best that lyssa is the boat? the boat needs to split in two, right? means the costume needs to fall off somewhat? ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

The boat! That way I can make a big show out of breaking the costume in half. [ pauses, looking elsewhere in thought. ] I wonder how long that would take to design.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

You'd have enough time.

[ if he started now. ]