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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]

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%. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ there's a final nod before he goes back to his ice cream, quite content with just sitting there in silence with his friend. but alas, good things must always come to an end, namely his ice cream of choice which seems to be there one minute and gone the next. (it was delicious and he suddenly had the realization that he hasn't had dinner yet. huh.)

after he swallows his last bite, he turns to amanda again. ]

Did your dad want you home at any specific time?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ pulls out her stone-age cellphone to glance at the time. ]

He usually expects me back at around ten.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ looks at his watch as well before standing, reaching out his hand to her. ]

I'll get you home a half an hour early. I think that'll cheer him up even more.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ gets to her feet after him & glances down before reaching back to clasp his hand in hers gently. ]

Okay. I should probably tuck him into bed too. [ she's joking. slightly. 50%. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives it a gentle squeeze, wandering towards the door. ]

You tuck him into bed? That's sweet of you. Maybe I should try that with my mom and dad tonight.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ it's a joke. squeezes lyssa's hand back anyway.

well. no. not really. ]

They'll like it. [ ever doting parent liked getting doted on by their children in return, right? not that it'd matter with lyssa's parents, since they were more doting than her own dad... ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ opens the door with his free hand, letting her go first. ]

I'll be sure to tell them that you were the one who gave me the idea in the first place.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles on out of the store, thinking. she's not too bothered by the idea of lyssa's parents knowing that it was her idea, but... ]

Leave out my dad getting tucked in? [ just to save him the embarrassment... he didn't need any more blows to his self-esteem. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ but it's not that bad-- ]

If my dad asks, I'll say that you were tucking in your ponies.