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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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[ 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... ]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ but it's not that bad-- ]

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

[ nods in approval. ]

Okay. [ good idea, lyssa! & that's not a lie, so he didn't have to worry about lying to his dad either. ]

[ he wouldn't be surprised if it were real anyway, which is why he takes her 'okay' and leaves the topic behind them. opens the door to the passenger's side of the car before raising their attached hands up, making her twirl in slow motion (or more like shuffle in a circle) before letting her go inside. ]

[ twirls as best as she can on command, adding a small pinch of speed so that her dress fans out like an umbrella around her. it probably doesn't look as awesome or as pretty as the movement tended to be in the movies, but at least with this, she can say that she'd tried.

wiggling back into the seat, she stretches, yawning a little. & then stops mid-way, freezing with muted horror. ]

. . . I'm getting old. [ old like her dad, needing to get to bed at ten... nooooooooooooo... ]

Nah. Late nights are bad for your skin anyway. [ reaches down to stroke her ~~poof~~ hair a little, shutting the door so he can circle the car and hop on inside. after the car starts: ] Maybe someday I can tuck you into bed.

We could have a sleepover.

[ starts their drive, blinking in surprise before turning to look at her briefly. ]

Would your dad be okay with that?

[ thinks about it some... ]

If I tell him a week in advance.

[ drums his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking. ]

I think that would be fun, but only if he's comfortable with it.

I'll let you know later? [ short pause. ] When are you going to London?

The day after my graduation party!

[ nods. ]

He'll get used to it. [ using the time that lyssa's away. that's more than enough time, right? ]

Great! Then I'll visit you the moment I'm back at home.

Don't forget your pajamas.

I'm not sure if the Gundam pajamas would fit me anymore...

[ blinks a little. ]

I could give you the site. [ they make those pajamas in all sizes! & the prices are reasonable too. ]

[ ... ... ... ]

O-Okay. Thank you.

[ seems to glow a little in pride. ]

You're welcome.

[ stops at a light, turning to look at her longer this time. ]

Maybe I can see if London has any pony exclusives there. You know of any before I go looking high and low?

[ glows even more. ]

I'll look it up. [ she can already imagine three or four places that lyssa could check, of course, but just to be on the safe side, she'll go research as soon as she gets dropped off at home. ]

[ takes that as his cue to start speeding, though is careful to not push the speed limit too much. either way they're back at amanda's apartment complex in half the time it took them to leave, pulling up in front of it so she doesn't have too far of a walk to go. ]

Thanks again for the ice cream. Be sure to tell your dad that I said hello.

[ undoes her seatbelt & opens the door, stepping outside. as usual, peers down into the car so that they can exchange a few words of goodbye. ]

I will. He says 'hello' too. [ though it'd been said more indirectly than lyssa's way, with long questions like 'how is that friend-- best friend? b-boyfriend?!-- doing? good?' rather than a simple 'hi, how are you doing' like normal people tended to say. ]

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