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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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[ 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?

[ ... she doesn't know your family by name, lyssa. gives him a blank look. then just decides to improvise. ]

The exception to the rule. [ which means that lyssa is safe 'cause there already is an exception. ]

[ looks down at his stomach, patting it a little bit. ]

I suppose you're right...

I'm a victim of genetics too. [ so she knows what she's talking about, lyssa. just look at her monologuing skills. ]

[ stops in front of the elevator, pressing the button before turning back to his friend. ]

Well that's perfectly alright. [ scoots closer to push his face into her hair, rubbing his nose into ~~the poof~~ it. ] I like you just the way you are.

[ tucks her chin against her collarbone, which then brings her sight down to the destroyed dress. grips the strap of her bag with her free hand briefly, then gives lyssa's hand another squeeze.

... only lyssa, dad & her new boss does, probably. like her the way she is, she means. that's okay, but she'd really wish people would just leave her alone if she's not liked. ah, teenage years -- she can't wait for them to be over, lyssa. her dad's always said that college is more fun in every way. ]

I know. Thanks. [ tilts a bit so that she can push her nose into his shoulder a little. lyssa liking the way she is gives her more incentive to stay the same too. even if she won't wear any of the really nice dresses for a while... ]

[ lifts his head up a bit to kiss the crown of her head, moving them into the elevator when it arrives.

a part of him knows that it hasn't been easy for amanda. being different always came with its setbacks, and he knows he's lucky to be born... well, the way he was. it's not like he didn't know about his own privileges, but he was more aware of the fact that he can't just come into someone's life and save them. (he's not a white knight, nor a prince of any kind.) so the only thing he could think of was to stay with amanda regardless, just as long as she remains happy.

smiles a little to himself at that thought, reaching out to press the button to amanda's floor number. he takes a glance down at her and squeezes her hand gently, concluding that going to her school of choice was the best idea for both of them.

but for now? it's time for some chicken and ponies. ]