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[ breaking into school after finals week definitely wasn't the best or brightest idea lyssa had ever had, but it was something he felt like he had to do with amanda, if only to complete his task that he was unable to go through with on prom night. it still made him feel bad whenever he thought about it, even if they had repaired amanda's (mom's mom's) dress after finding someone who could restore it properly, but still... though it wasn't like he didn't bother to talk to the girls who were to blame in the first place, of course. that wasn't a pretty discussion (he had never felt so angry towards the opposite sex before; it just wasn't in his nature, let alone hold any animosity towards anyone to begin with) but he got his point across. that was enough for him, just as long as they kept their distance. (and they did.)

nonetheless, it was lyssa's turn to do something mischievous of his own, even if he had easily gotten the keys to the school from one of the board members that his dad knew pretty well. usually he didn't bother to use those kinds of things to his advantage, but, well... albert would understand. probably just smile at lyssa and raise an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic antics. his mom would surely be amused, too. (she had always been the same way, after all. just another trait he had received from her.)

with that in mind (and his muse's hand tightly grasped into one of his own) he moves slowly and carefully around the school, almost as if they were on some secret mission. (nobody was even around, he just felt like having even more fun.) as they're walking around, he whispers over to his friend: ]

Now remember, if we get split up and someone catches you, just scream "ponies!" and I'll be there in a flash!

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We're not taking these back?

We will later, my dear.

[ ... well. okay. glances at the many dresses briefly before looking back up at lyssa. ]

This one okay? [ holds up the one that lyssa had handed her. ] Or something else? [ if she has to pick from this sea of fashion, it's going to take a long time... ]

[ looks it over briefly. nods. ]

If that's what you'd like, yes.

[ glances at the dress again. then at the other three. followed by a glance at the other dresses. ]

Casual or dressy?

[ looks over the selection of shoes, humming. ]

Probably more on the dressy side.

[ then nods at the dress in her hands. ]

Okay, then I like this one. [ that & lyssa went to it first. that probably has some kind of favouritism, right...? ]

[ nods first, pointing to the right of the room. ]

There's a changing room over there behind the curtains. [ steps back a few paces. ] I'll be right back, too.

[ also nods & goes to peek around the curtains, blinking when the sight of the classroom greets her. stares at the desks & chairs for a bit before shrugging, simply checking around to make sure that there aren't any strangers around (just in case! could never be too safe -- her dad likes reminding her of the fact) before quickly wiggling out of her dress to put on the new one.

she's not too surprised to see that the size is just right, not too tight or loose. peeks around the curtains when she's finished. shuffles on over to drape her unused dress over one of the dressers, after which she immediately takes to examining the accessories in detail while she waits for lyssa's return. ]

[ in the meantime he's changing as well, picking out an outfit that would match amanda's before quickly changing into it (with the help of his ~~ninja~~ butler, who had come to help out). after he's situated he motions to his butler to set up his next scenario behind another curtain: a table for two, complete with flowers and candles around the makeshift "restaurant". (he's now thankful that the room they're in is large enough for this.)

when everything is in place he steps back into the area that his friend is waiting in, beaming over at her. ]

The dress looks really good on you! [ approaches, tilting his head to look her over. ] It's not too tight? Too loose?

No, it's good.

[ pauses, giving his outfit a confused blink. then a nod in approval-slash-awe-slash-comprehension (sort of. she only gets the fact that he's changed & that it kind of matches her dress. since that's in the realm of what lyssa would do, she's not too surprised by that, at least). ]

Yours look good too. [ did he make it? ]

[ puffs up a little bit at the unspoken implications. ]

Thank you! And I did make it myself, yes. [ offers his arm to her before finishing that line of thought: ] Just for tonight.

[ glances down at her dress. then back up at lyssa. ]

What's tonight?

[ gestures over to the back of the room, the curtains opening on cue via lyssa's ~~ninja~~ butler. nods to him when he inclines his head a little, guiding them both on over to the single table. ]

Prom.

[ blinks. again. there's so many things that's confusing about that single declaration she's not sure where to start...

but goes along obediently anyway, taking a seat after giving the table's decorations a thorough stare. ]

. . . Prom redux?

[ nods, taking the seat across from amanda. ]

Precisely.

[ --wait. belated thought: ]

I think it's prom number three. [ remember? they had their pony movie marathon. ]

[ blinks, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as two glasses of water are deposited onto the table. ]

Prom 2.5?

[ takes a sip of the water. ]

I don't mind if you don't mind.

Then that's what it shall be named! [ raises his glass, as if in a toast. takes a drink before setting it down again. ] It's not as grand as watching pony movies all night, but I hope it'll hold some merit regardless.

[ can't help but smile at that 'cause lyssa really doesn't have to worry. not much can beat ponies, but this is coming really close. mostly 'cause she has a new wardrobe, time out with ~~her bff~~ lyssa & a prom that doesn't have mean girls. ]

I like it. [ more than. ]