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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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[ the little interruption that disturbed his play time with nick earlier on wasn't a big deal to him, already setting aside plans to visit the older man the day after tomorrow. so he was cheerful regardless of the situation as he drove home, deciding that it's best to go get cleaned up before doing some more work on his final project.

after scrubbing and soaking he's standing in front of the mirror to inspect the damage done, deciding it's best to just cover it up with make-up. (summer was a pain in these cases, as he couldn't just throw on something to hide the bruises. it was much easier than being questioned or stared at, plus he didn't think it was very classy to go around looking like that.) so he spends a good thirty minutes using what he has on hand to mask the purple and blue on his neck, nodding in satisfaction once his skin looks good as new.

and then? well, instead of doing work he flops on his bed to visit catberta, telling her about his fun with amanda and the nice conversations he had with nick. he's in the middle of giving her treats when his phone vibrates, blinking over at it before pulling himself away from his lady. (no keep feeding me-!! her face said, her nubby paws flailing lazily.) beams down at the message, quickly texting back that he'd love to go get some ice cream with her. rolls off his bed afterward to grab his bag, only turning back to catberta once she meows and demands that he gives her the treats (they were too far away on the bed, dang it).

so he does just that and then gives her a kiss on her fuzzy fat head, saying he'll be back later that night. as usual he's in his car and out in the street in less than a minute, pushing the speed limit enough to arrive at amanda's house in less than ten minutes. trots into the apartment complex and goes up the elevator, arriving at her door to knock once, twice, then three times before stepping back to wait for her to answer. ]

[ she doesn't do much in the ~~five minutes~~ the time that it takes lyssa to get here. actually, all she does is take out the things that need to melt overnight, such as that chunk of chicken that they bought on sale. feels a little bad eating it, but-- dad's been extra mopey today, so she could give him a bit of a treat tomorrow for lunch. that'd make him perk right up.

she's sitting on the couch in her living room, kind of lost in her own thoughts when she hears the knock. grabbing her bag, she quickly approaches the door & pulls on her shoes before opening it. ]

Hey. [ sorry about this afternoon ~~kweh~~. shows off her bag. ] I'm ready to go.

[ beams down at her when she finally pops up. ]

Great! Are we going to the usual place?

[ nods, stepping out of the apartment & closing the door behind her with a small click. ]

Yeah. It hasn't failed us yet.

[ reaches over to wrap his arm around her shoulders, as per usual. begins their trek towards the elevator. ]

So what was up with your dad? Trouble at work again?

[ tilts into him a little, but makes good work of the distance between here & the elevator anyway. ]

Something like that. Mostly just getting water gun'd to the face. [ among other juvenile bullying, but that's the main thing. ]

[ laughs weakly at that. ]

He certainly has a very... unique work partner.

[ that's a word for it. ]

He's a hurricane. [ & possibly an alien. ]

[ again, as if he hears here: ]

Maybe from Mars?

Too small. Maybe Jupiter. [ then all the moons put together can be one-tenth of his ego. ]

Or a planet we know absolutely nothing about!

As long as it's bigger than Earth.

[ presses the button to the elevator when they arrive. ]

We'll Google all the obscure planets later, then.

But even Google doesn't know every planet in the universe. [ probably. unless they were holding out on them. ]

Google knows everything. I even looked up the first lady once and there were pictures of her on Google images.

[ even the cat has stalkers? ]

Stalkers again?

I hope not... but who knows, maybe it's one of the maids this time.

[ it's surprising that that dad of lyssa's even allows such a thing... but maybe he's just used to being oogled at. ]

As long as they got her good side.

[ smiles down at her, leading them inside the elevator when it arrives. ]

My lady doesn't have a bad side.

[ ... okay. tries again: ] Her best side?

All of her sides are her best sides!

[ well. she tried. just mentally shrugs it off, reasoning it away that that cat was so round that it really did have just one side, which is the best side, simply on account of it only having one. circular logic.

when the elevator dings open again, she inches forward a little to tell lyssa that she's about to move & starts walking normally again. ]

She's a lucky cat. [ to be born so perfectly round. most other fat cats just have lumps, not round like a beach ball. ]

[ removes his arm from her shoulders, shoving his hands into his pocket as they go along. ]

Why don't you have any pets, anyway? I bet a nice bird would suit you just fine.

I have enough in the wild. [ the seagulls, in particular. they like squawking 'hi' to her. it's kind of scary sometimes. ]

[ thinks about it, eyes going to the sky once they're outside. ]

Ah, right, the seagulls and hoots. Forgot about them.