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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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[retromajor.livejournal.com]

This is why I like this place. [ her favourite, actually. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts his free hand to gently pet her poof hair. ]

And I'm sure it likes you too.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ the poof seems to wiggle & begin to grow, having a mind of its own as usual. ]

I hope so. I'm faithful.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives her hair another fond stroke (...? was it growing? oh well) before going back to his ice cream. ]

Sit inside or out?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances around, noting the quietness of the store. ]

Inside?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Inside it is!

[ makes a beeline to one of the tables near the window, pulling out a seat for both of them. makes himself comfortable, looking satisfied as he continues to munch on his treat. ]

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ settles into the other seat that lyssa had pulled out, arranging her dress around her so that she's at optimal comfort. then leans back & enjoys her treat in silence, alternating between thinking about everything (ponies, gundams, the prom... nah on the last one) & nothing. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ om nom nom... for a while, anyway, turning his attention back to her after another customer comes and goes. ]

So what are you going to do for graduation? Go out to dinner with your dad?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

I think so. He said he booked the day off. [ takes another bite. ] You?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Probably have a family get-together. I'm really excited about that, I haven't seen my cousins in a long time! Especially my cute aunt's daughter. She's getting pretty big now!

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods, thinking oh, that sounds really nice. ]

How old is she? [ the kid, she means. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Four. [ sits up a bit straighter in his seat, looking distinctly proud. ] I think she likes me the best.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Do you spoil her?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Absolutely!

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Ice cream? Cookies? [ clothes, toys, ponies, cars, an all-paid trip to japan? ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Anything she wants!

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Lucky baby.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

It's all because of love, my dearest muse.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ nods in agreement. ]

That too.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ also nods, only because he mostly focuses on that last point. after nomming more of his ice cream, he gets an idea. ]

Hey, if you guys are free after dinner, you're more than welcome to come to my party.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ considers this with a small hum. ]

I'll ask my dad. [ to see if he can handle an extra serving of sparkles. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Great! I'm sure my parents would love to see you two again. It's been a while.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ don't get your hopes up, lyssa. you never know what kind of mood that her dad might be in. ]

Should I bring anything? [ maybe a present? the dreidel that she's been thinking about earlier? ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ finally gets to the cone, biting into it while shaking his head. ]

Just bring yourself and your dad. We're pretty casual with family gatherings.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ while she's already at the last end of her cone. she's a pro at eating ice cream. ]

Okay. [ she'll be sure to tell her dad that too. that should lower his stress levels by about 200%. ]