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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]

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. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Then I guess we already have our Halloween outfits chosen... Hey, I wonder if I can convince Michael to come as a robot!

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ that would be wonderful, wow! ]

Please?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he'll say "yes" if I keep pestering him every day.

[ maybe... but that thought is cut short when they receive their bubble tea finally, reaching out to take them both so he can hand amanda hers. ]

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [ sluuuurp goes her first inhale sip. looks pleased enough by the taste that her shoulders sag in relaxation.

while chewing around the tapioca: ]

S'good. How's yours?