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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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But I can't hug you over video chat...

[ oh. that's true... she likes hugs. ]

We could make up for it with care packages.

[ laughs a little and shakes his head. ]

It's okay, I don't need London. I'm happiest when I'm with you or my family.

[ finally seems to be able to smile back. ]

Okay. [ if lyssa's sure, then she's not going to question it any more than that. she'll pray that she also gets into her mom's school too, if only for this. ]

[ gives another soft smile before his gaze goes elsewhere, spotting the back exit after a minute or so of wandering around. when they get outside he peers around a corner to make sure that nobody is outside, hurrying them both to the parking lot.

after he gets amanda into the car he's heading to his side, though before he gets there he takes out his phone to check it. frowns a bit (in confusion?) when he notices that he didn't get a returning text, though ends up just shrugging and pocketing the phone again. (he's probably working on a project or sleeping. i'll call tomorrow.)

hops in the car and situates himself before taking off, giving amanda another one of his smiles as they head on back to her place. ]

[ places her bag between her feet so that she can put the strips torn from her dress on her lap, giving them comforting strokes with a hand. ]

Do you think I can fix this? [ probably not as good as it once was, but still good enough to be worn? ]

[ only looks over when they stop at a light, observing the dress with a critical look. when he's done stitching and putting it back together in his mind he nods. ]

It's salvageable. [ continues their journey when the light turns green. ] But it'll take some time. Want me to give it a go with you?

[ ~~kwehs~~ sighs softly & gathers the strips close to her chest again. ]

Yeah. Okay. [ with lyssa's help, it'll be okay. she can fix this... & if everything fails, she can always go & find a professional service with old dresses or something. she works now, so she can save up for it. ]

[ takes another quick glance at her in the corner of an eye, frowning again (at the state her dress is in-- no, more than that it was about amanda herself, but the dress was important) though he does not say anything. he stays quiet for the remainder of their trip, which takes longer than usual due to not pushing the speed limit this time.

when they pull up to her apartment complex he doesn't unlock the doors just yet. instead he leans back in his seat, feeling distinctly guilty. after fiddling with his hands a little: ]

... sorry. For dragging you along. I thought it would be okay, but...

[ glances over at him with a blink. then carefully reaches out to put her hand over his in a comforting manner. ]

It's not your fault. [ the dress being ruined isn't okay, but-- it's still not lyssa's fault & if she keeps saying it, then she means it. she'll repair the dress one way or another. ]

[ lips twitch up into a smile again, reaching out to cup the side of her face so he can gently tug her towards him. kisses the bridge of her nose, lightly pressing their foreheads together after. ]

Thank you for coming along with me.

[ curls her hand into the one cupping her face, smiling back softly. ]

You're welcome. [ she's a little sorry about how lyssa's prom turned out, but-- she knows that that's not her fault either. maybe they can make it up with a dance in college or something. like a victory-slash-introduction thing... ]

[ pulls back a little, if only so he can look her in the eyes properly. ]

Do you want me to come up with you? We can do adult things, like cuddle and watch some pony films.

[ blinks in surprise. ]

I don't mind, but. . . [ didn't lyssa have that after party with his family happening...? ]

[ shakes his head, pulling back finally. again, his amanda-psychic powers kick in: ]

My party isn't until we actually graduate, so it'll be in another week or so. I'm totally free, if you want some company.

[ nods. ]

Okay. [ short pause. ] I'll make us something to eat too. [ since they had to leave prom before they could... well, anything. ]

[ beams, unlocking the doors before popping his open. ]

What did you have in mind?

[ wiggles out out of the car herself, closing the door & turning to face lyssa before answering. ]

I think we have chicken left over. [ so maybe she can make something with that. ]

[ locks everything up, stepping closer so he can reach out his hand towards hers. ]

Sounds pretty good to me!

[ reaches back to grasp it in hers. gives his hand a squeeze before starting to pull him along. ]

Would that be enough? [ she could make sandwiches too. ]

[ nods, following her along ~~like a happy puppy~~. ]

It's fine. I gotta watch my figure, after all.

[ looks over at him in disbelief. ]

I don't think you gotta worry. [ good genes & all that. ]

[ shrugs a bit, opening the door for them when they're in front of the apartment complex. ]

You never know. I could be the exception once I hit twenty.

[ shuffles on in, tugging them along toward the elevator. ]

Family history doesn't lie.

What about Nathania?