http://retromajor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] retromajor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] projectroxas2011-09-24 10:08 pm
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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. ]

[identity profile] fashionmajor.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ nods, then seems to remember something at the last minute. ]

Oh! [ twists to grab the bag with the ponies in it, wiggling back into place before handing it over to her. ] Here, a gift.

[identity profile] fashionmajor.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That's right! All for you. [ leans forward to quickly kiss the end of her nose. ] Now be a good girl and go make your daddy happy again. For the ponies!

[identity profile] fashionmajor.livejournal.com 2011-09-28 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ gives a quick wink and a wave with a hand, though he doesn't move until he sees her inside the building.

as he's driving back to his place he's drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking of what to do next. an idea strikes just as he's exiting the freeway, quickly texting i'm coming over in 40 to a certain someone when stopped at a red light. there's a self-satisfied smile on his face as he pockets his phone and continues his drive home, even if he doesn't plan on staying there for very long. ]